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By now, both of them were crying, relishing the feeling of each others living bodies.
"How?"
It was like magic. Neither of them understood how they were still alive. Dallon shook his head. "I don't know...but don't focus on that, focus on me" he said, seeming as if Ryan thought about anything else for even a second that Dallon could loose him. Dallon couldn't loose him, it would be too much to see Ryan leave again.
Dallon needed Ryan more than he needed air. That was something, coming from someone like him. He needed to feel Ryan's smooth, calming hands on his. He needed to hear Ryan's giggles and adorable voice, see his beauty and kindness.
Dallon needed Ryan forever.
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Here take some sorta fluff cause it's not gonna last long
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Fanfiction꧁꧂ They died, Right? No one was left to keep the house standing. Right? They're all gone and enjoying afterlife. Right? ꧁꧂ TW: Death, gore, insanity, guns, knifes, blood, a little bit of smut, suicide
