Crab, he has no life, or he thinks he doesn't. He stands there, claws dug in the hot sand. ' Luis, he has no good life, and he has little hope left. He stands in his problems, mind clung to his confusion in life. ' Yeah, they can manage, alone. I mean, they can live. They have food, shelter, water and clothes. Well, I suppose one of them do. WARNING: -contains suicidal moments and knifes/blood/scars and wounds. -contains a very weird concept. -isn't serious, some information may be incorrect as crabs are not on my research list. -contains some form of lgtbq (there will be no kissing). -this is for mature readers. -contains immense crying.
12 parts