And there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. "This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me." "...Every night?" Mika was called a doll, but he wasn't to me... He just needed to feel human... Because all he could think of was repaying me with his body. He'd get completely naked for me and just simply let me touch him like it was nothing. I could never do that. Cameras, clothes, the way he presented himself - he was always under control... Nothing seemed to belong to him. Not even his body. How could a boy like me be the only one to give everything back to him? **Occasional heavy vice, possible triggers containing: rape, abuse, illness** Excerpt Playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/doll-excerpts

❝Well maybe you're right but if you hadn't have hurt me so much Dazai then maybe I would have been able to love you❞. 🦋 Warning for mentions of suicide, self-harm, drugs, sexual assault and violence 🦋 I wrote this when I was 17 and now I am 21 so shhhhhhh there may be grammar and punctuation mistakes

Long ago, my best friend was taken from me. They took him, and a part of me. I was empty, void of most happiness for some time. To me, Mikaela was my childhood joy. My everything. Now, I have found him. Rather, he found me. But his view on life was shifted. A freak of nature was what they called him. They feared him, believed the words that he truly is a monster. He was not. Original photo: 吉子 on Pixiv