7 parts Complete "Drugs. Fucked up brain. I like to self-destruct."
His face was slightly unfocused in my eyes. I thought he looked nice. "You're one ugly motherfucker," I said instead.
He leaned in close to my ear.
I remembered his breath on my neck.
"Am I?"
I think he kissed me. Maybe I kissed him. I don't remember who kissed who.
I just remember us kissing.
I also remember how his fist felt against my nose and how mine felt against his cheek.
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A dark (crenny-ish) story, as told through memories. Originally uploaded on AO3.
WARNINGS:
DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT
This story contains topics such as self harm, suicide, substance abuse, eating disorders, and death. Please be cautious.
