Missing Peace

Missing Peace

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"I finally found peace...and it's with you..." Atlas Wolfman is a twenty five year old man. He lives in the depths of his depression and anxiety. He lives with evil thoughts embedded into his mind, they haunt him till he can't take it anymore. He tries to do everything he can with little to no support from anyone except his best friend Joshua Mirabella Nova Rinku was fairly new to the modern world, taking too much time just recovering from all the stress and the problems with PTSD his past had caused him. He filled the void of time he had with work, though his job was demanding enough already. His harsh and cold attitude had dropped in the time it had taken him to graduate. Though his life had its up's and down's, he was relatively ok, aside from the fact he hadn't settled down yet when he's already in his late twenties, he was alright. But what happens when a shy, depressed man meets another overworked and secluded one at work? Will a loving relationship bloom or will they just stay out of each others way?
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Atlas grabs my hips and pulls me close to him. "I have never wanted someone the way I want you." My heart jumps a bit and I feel tears well in my eyes. In my past, no one ever wanted me for me. It was always just sex and being a drug runner... but it's not that way with Atlas. He wants me. "Sean, look at me," Atlas begs, as I've been silent and haven't made any move to agree with him. "Do you want me in return?" I make eye contact and see the desperation and need in his eyes, which are just as watery as my own. "Say yes," he begs again, his voice cracking. "Please." The words are caught in my throat, but I can't force them out. "Sean... say yes," he pleads a final time, his voice barely above a whisper. "Say yes to me." Silence drips around us as I find the courage to open my mouth.

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