The mystery of the number 19

My eyes trailed his body nervously, he had his fair share of bruises and cuts on his body that made me feel even more concerned, I went to ask him something but paused seeing a set of bold numbers tattooed into the inside of his arm.

Reaching up I trailed my hands over it curiously.

"Why is the number 19 on the inside of your arm?"

"You ask to many questions." He muttered dryly as he brought his lips to mine. Alcohol still lingering on his breath. I wrinkled my nose it distaste. pushing his face away I shook my head.

"You breath is horrible."

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Percy is a 18 year old boy that lost his mother and struggles to live his father who seems to have fallen apart since his mothers death. Percy was on his way home when he picked up a stranger, something pulled the two together. A string of fate must have been played.

William has been homeless for five months now. After many mistakes and messes, he finds himself in an alley, drunk and wishing to be dead. Until Percy brings a little light to his world.

(just so your aware they do have a seven year age difference, I personally think it's a little much but it makes timelines for their stories fit so much better)

(I suck at descriptions, just take my word for it and give it a try!! :) )