0200 hours.
Green eyes move rapidly underneath stressed eyelids, sweat falling down his face. His limbs move around him, thrashing slightly. A wild arm stretches across his body, barely missing the face of the small body wrapped around his. His face scrunches in pain, eyebrows furrowed.
"You can't make us do this! It's not fair! We don't deserve this, we're allowed to be happy!"
And it's dark.
YOU ARE READING
24 |hours with larry|
Fanfiction24 hours with Larry Stylinson. It's short for a reason, meant to be read in one sitting.
