"If I only want you when I'm vulnerable then you only need me when you're drunk.", Ava almost whispered upon his muted tears, her voice cracking mid-sentence.
But that he was the one causing her to feel vulnerable while he got drunk on needing her remained unspoken that night.
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Coping with emotional outbursts by biting into a lemon was way more effective, so he found, when tasting the yellow fruit from in between the lips of his night-time lover.
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TW: DRUGS, ALCOHOL, VULGAR LANGUAGE, VANDALISM, DESCRIPTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT, MENTAL ILLNESS (PANIC ATTACKS OR EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS IN GENERAL, INSOMNIA AND DEPRESSION MAINLY)
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started december 31st 2021
~ DISCLAIMER ~
No matter if you're new to my story or if you've read it before, I want to put the disclaimer out there that this story contains mature context, usage of alcohol and drugs and violent behaviour. If you are bothered by any of these things, please reconsider reading my story. Thank you.
No matter where I rest my head for the night, you're resting in my mind.
Struggling between work, appointments, thousands of miles of distance and touring the world, this group tries to grow up, in a world that pays attention to every single move you make.
"Life goes on without caring if you're famous or not, but people don't oversee that."
Current word count: 23 951 (16.02.17)