Ich habe manchmal einfach Lust Gedanken aufzuschreiben und keine Geschichten. Nur Gedanken. Du musst MorMor nicht kennen/shippen um das hier zu lesen. Du musst offen sein für die Tiefe zweier Seelen, die miteinander verbunden sind. Beinhaltet Depressionen, Suizid, Gewalt und Sex

You hadn't been able to bear it any longer and had covered the whole fucking instrument with white sheets, your hands shaking. Never thrown anything out, too. You hadn't been able to, anyway. Gritting your teeth at the horrible memories, you focus on Jim again. He was here. With you. Alive. He finally returned to you two weeks ago, simply walked back into your life. Alive and here with me. Then why didn't it feel like it?

When 17 year old aristocrat Jim Moriarty decides to venture into the recesses of the woods, he is surprised to discover the farm boy Sebastian Moran splashing in the stream, and a chance meeting quickly transforms into a strong friendship; the development of feelings between the two boys jeopardising the safety for them in their homes whem the law and their families slowly become more involved in the affair