Finders Keepers |B•U|

You do not even notice me.
How lucky could I ever be?
But maybe you just didn't care
To try to see me sitting there

And now the pain; you love me not
My face is red; my head is hot
Just go home now, and you will see
The punishment for shunning me.

This story will be, dark. Don't say I didn't warn you. This will be a short story, it's hard to write Brendon as this character so I won't be making too much of a story out of this. Just something different.