•hiatus• Looking at These Walls [Kygan Blake]

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» Keagan

our song came on again and that's all it took.

"fuck, fuck, fuck.", I said, my hands rummaging over the stained blades in their box.

memories came flooding back, and I just couldn't stop them.

after all we went through, and all I put him through, I never once went to church with him like he wanted. he begged, after the times we spent in the bedroom, for me to go.

" holy rollers disgust me, baby. ", I would murmur as I threw my shirt off and went to work on marking his perfect body.

" oh g-god, Keagan... d-don't...s-stop.", he would chant, don't stop , is all I hear when I think of those times.  "take me to church and I'll burn in that place, Kyle.", I would say into his ear after we were done.

his high would always end with an ear piercing " amen! ". I miss that sound.

" you never- slice- took him- slice- to fucking c-church."

me being his savior for that hour or so was almost enough for me to give in each time he begged. but no, I never went.

-I'm so sorry xx