Rating: SFW
Request: Yes (gaybullies on tumblr)
Pairing: N/A
Boys don't cry. Boys get angry, they lash out. They kick, hit, scream, punch, but never cry. Crying meant weakness. His mother cried before she left. Victor and Belch cried before he slit their throats. They were all weak. Pathetic excuses for human beings.
And I'm one of them, Henry thought, lying at the bottom of the sewer. Hot tears streamed down his face like track marks, additional proof of his suspicion. He was weak. Not physically, sure as hell not physically. The blood on his clothes could show you that. His shirt and jeans were in bloodied tatters, stained with the courage of a stronger opponent.
In that moment, he felt peace, strangely enough. His vision was slowly getting blurrier, to the point that all he could see was the bit of pipe to his left, the same pipe his head had been resting on. As he began blacking out, Henry found solace in that pipe. For it was covered in the same three things he was; mildew, blood, and tears.
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Bowers Gang Tumblr Stories
ФанфікиMy user is ilovemytrashsons on tumblr, and I write a lot of Bowers Gang fanfiction. Wattpad seemed like a better place to get my works out here, so I'll be posting them here.
