help me out (bxb)

It was so fucking cold and I stood there waiting. Hours had already passed and I knew, I knew that he wasn't going to come.
That he played me for some little bitch that he could do with as he pleased, and then tossed aside when he felt no need for me anymore.
Yet I stood in my thin sweater and ripped jeans in the snow, staring down at my wet sneakers.

before reading: this is a series of oneshots to at most two shots but nothing more, unless one story is asked to be continued. these are really just for the prompts i'm stuck on and can't find myself being able to continue, which is most of the things i write.

WARNINGS: (i will be updating this as more stories are posted) homophobia, abuse, murder, bullying, drug use, running away, death, suicide. please take these seriously, as i do not want to trigger anyone!! thank you so much!

disclaimer: these prompts can be from the top of my head or inspired by a song, just know that i own nothing but the characters and the story itself. i will credit the singer and song in an authors note and the end of the story if said story has been inspired by an outside source.