because dreaming costs money, my dear ➔ short story

✱ i can still smell the fire though i know its long died out ✱

its 2am and i went completely ballistic and wrote an entire short storyin a single sitting (two sittings if u count the editing stage the next day around). this time its in english tho cause im takin every practice i can while ttotal is still in the drafts.

very much sfw but oh so homosexual, be aware that i am gay n this is a short story based on a mitski song this couldnt have gone any other way.

(and if u notice any mistakes, especially grammatical my grammar kinda sucks sometimes, please tell me i am very willing to correct these)