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They died, Right?
No one was left to keep the house standing. Right?
They're all gone and enjoying afterlife.
Right?
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TW: Death, gore, insanity, guns, knifes, blood, a little bit of smut, suicide
Dallon smashed his lips onto Ryan's. It was the first time they kissed since all the murders had happened. It felt nice. Ryan had missed the thin, smooth yet rough lips on his. Dallon had missed the plump, softer, and chapped lips on his.
Ryan unknowingly started playing with Dallon's hair, running his fingers through it and ruffling it up the way he always does. Dallon rubbed circles with the pads of his thumbs on Ryan's hip bones, trying to memorize the warm skin. Neither had to pull away and say how much they loved each other, because just being there was their way of saying it. The kiss wasn't lustful, it wasn't too passionate, but it's was welcoming and warm, just the way they both liked it.
(Ok so in my journey of life I got this fucking notification right here while I was writing right?
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WHAT THE FUCK)
Dallon was stuck between pulling away and actually telling Ryan how big his love was for him, or continuing to kiss him. Eventually, he chose the latter, not being able to disconnect their lips. Like they were locked together. Even when their jaws got tired they didn't stop. Just kissed each other, till they noticed how late it was, and when they did, Dallon kissed Ryan once more. After, they watched the stars till they were both sleeping.
Word count-214 Ok so maybe I will just make this a happy book with a happy ending and a bunch of fluffy shit (MAYBE)
