Their relationship was bitter and painful, but it wasn't always that way. They loved each other, once. Before they got comfortable. Before they got mean. Their breakup was nasty but necessary, for one of them would surely have died otherwise.
Two years pass, and things are looking up. They both seem like they've moved on; one threw himself into a new relationship, the other threw himself into his work. They're getting by. They're almost happy.
Until one fateful night where they accidentally stumble across each other in a bar, both there for different reasons, and they stumble into each other's arms in a whirlwind affair that's set to destroy everyone, including themselves.
[Contains: smut, recreational drug and alcohol use (I'll add more content warnings as I write)]
Cover by @SeraphStarshine ❤️❤️
The story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age you don't know who you are, who you'll be and with whom. You can achieve anything you can dream of, write your book to its last page. This boy could barely write chapter one. No one should be in his situation. An innocent child, who's body wasn't even found.
Murder?
Suicide?
An accident?
No one knows it, except me.
Because well, I'm the dead boy.