~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Leto~
Trigger warning, suicide\harm 🔞🔞⚠️⚠️
Just a warning so that it's not so full on, there is a small part that may be a trigger or upsetting to read in part of this chapter, you can skip that part if you are not comfortable.
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'Death told her her life should end and he was her friend
calmly, she stole my gun she walked outside in the sun pulled the trigger, set the mood barrel to her head to conclude
I saw her head come undone ,,, reached down, for my gun eyed the chunks in her hair now to my head | |I draw a rose there.
- 'of gunslingers' by Jeremy R Frenette on hellopoetry.com
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The time is near to go to Manon's house to see if she is there and if not then we will be asking her Dad, knowing this is the last resort, a fear deep inside of me is awakening, a fear that is ripping me apart...
What if even after all our efforts, could she really be lost to us all?
Still laying in Freddie's lap, the others have decided to take a break for a few hours to get some sleep, as for the last few days neither of us have been getting any.
Looking up at my Halfdead, I can see that he is trying his best to stay awake, so that he won't leave me alone to my own dark thoughts.
A heavy weight on my chest, anger cursing through my veins, the need to jump out of a window and fly far far away from here is far too tempting to bare.
He has his eyes closed with a frown hanging low over his brows, reaching up I place my hand on his cheek, stroking the tips of my fingers along his gorgeously defined cheekbone.
At my touch without opening his eyes, a smile plays in the corner of his mouth, threatening to break out onto the rest of his face.
"Why aren't you sleeping angel?"
Slowly he opens his eyes and holds my hand to his cheek, stroking his thumb over the back of my hand, intently gazing into my eyes.
At seeing his eyes open the way they did, I am captivated by them, blinking in slow motion I can't help but just stare up at him, my throat somehow becoming dry.
Letting go of my hand on his face, he reaches down with his own, stroking my hair off of my forehead, down the side of my face, a thumb stroke across my bottom lip, all soft touches.
