(it's an angsty story so beware) Jeremy looked up at the sky, his hands playing with the glinting brown bottle laced in his pale fingers. Jeremy tried wiping the blood from his broken nose, warm thick tears cascading down his swollen cheeks. He opened his bruising lips, the dark liquid poison slipping from the bottle down his throat with ease. Nothing could get any worse. And then there he was, blocking the thousands of beautiful stars from his view. Jeremy screamed and pulled his head into his knees, his hands pulling protectively above his head. He already hurt him enough and he was back for more? "Are you alright?" "D-don-don't hurt me..Not ag-again.. Ple-" And then a pair of soft caramel hands gently lifted his wrists away from him. Jeremy looked up, his pale blue eye widening in shock. He was perfect. "W-who-.. Who are you?" "That doesn't matter. Are you okay?" And when he smiled, Jeremy knew he was the only one for him.