There is nothing romantic in sadness. Bullshit posts on Tumblr with bleeding wrists and bandages could not showcase even a fraction of the pain one needed to feel in order to be able to do something like that to oneself; pain is not romantic. He knew that. And yet, he'd see those posts and his hand would hover over the mouse for a short moment, before clicking "reblog" - there was nothing romantic about pain; but it was strangely liberating to know he wasn't the only one who felt that way. / In which Leo and Charlie meet and form a really strange friendship. Kinda sad. Kinda sappy. Kinda sassy. Kinda no smut. *UPDATE* I started this story at a not very good time in my life and I wrote this story in a not a good time in my life. There is more then a few mentions of self-harm, suicide and sexual assault. Another important thing to note is that while this is a fanfiction, it's also an original story. No one is famous and Leo and Charlie are mostly just faces for characters I completely made up. Thank you for your time!

15+ "Hi, i'm Charlie and i am an addict" Varování! Prosíme všechny, aby se nepokoušeli napodobovat cokoli, co se odehrává v tomto příběhu. Děj je smyšlený. Drogy nejsou žádná hračka a mohou vám ve většině případech akorát tak zničit život.

Úsměv je možná jedinou možností, jak skrývat to, co opravdu cítíte. Člověk si za nějaký čas uvědomí, co opravdu chce...a já už to vím, ale musím počkat na něho.