The Fall Of The Angel
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Sun, Feb 3, 2019
He fell into the water, no longer waiting. He felt.... regret. He wanted to live. but no body, nobody cared for him. He wanted to scream out. He reached his hand out, his chest beginning to tighten. He saw the bubbles rise to the top of the water. He tried to swim but he was ushered away from the surface.
'Will I even be Remembered? Is this my end? Someone... save me.'
he spoke through his mind, gasping for air under the water. He soon shushed, but felt a force against his side. something, someone. fingers gripping his shirt, an arm wrapping around his waist. He Knocked out, and had yet to wake.
WARNING: Mentions/ Acts Of Sexual/Physical/ Emotional Abuse, Use of drugs, Nudity, Vulgar Language, Sexual Intercourse, Blood, Suicide attempts, and self-harm are included in the story. If any of these things trigger you, I recommend you turn back now and Dont look at This. Proceed if you will.
Also: This is a BL YOAI of my ocs. If you are against LGBTQ+, I reccomend you leave.
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