Adrian nudged Elliot with his knee, just enough to break the silence between them.
"You're staring again," he said, not quite looking at him in the eyes.
Elliot didn't deny it. "Can't help it."
Adrian shook his head, biting back a smile. "Stop."
"I'm not doing anything."
"You're doing everything," Adrian muttered, cheeks warm.
Elliot chuckled under his breath, eyes still on him. "You get like this every time I look at you?"
"No," Adrian covered his face with one hand. "Shut up."
"I'm just asking."
"You're not allowed to look at me like, it throws me off."
Elliot leaned a little closer. "That defeats the purpose."
Adrian groaned quietly. But he didn't move away.
[bxb]
TW: Verbal and physical abuse, graphic scenes, violence and suicide.
I'm falling...
Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling.
A feeling that I live for.
And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying.
(Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)