'𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙚.' They weren't suppose to. It was illegal, they're parents enemies. He was suppose to hate every fibre of his being, he thought he did at first. That stupid laugh, that unruly mop of blond hair, he was repulsive. The air growing thinner, as terrorists attacked their school, leaving only each other to lean on. He didn't mean too, there was something about him. The violent debris, the bruises, he was almost magnetic. He thought it was hate, he'd felt it for his father all his life, but there was something different about him, dangerously different, weaving them into an aray of emotions, crafting their beautiful crime, only to feel pain like never before. '𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.' ᴊᴏᴇʏ ᴛʀᴏᴛᴛᴀ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ toy soldiers [1991] 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙! UNDER EDITING
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