Then there was a long pause, a minute of silence he so desperately needed just to wrap his thoughts around all of this. ''Ah, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. The thought of somebody else having you, somebody else owning such a precious work of art drove me insane.'' Within seconds, he stood up...
She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th
words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
"oh my god. this kid just gave me his phone number as my secret santa gift." © endearment.
