
One day he'll be a hero. One day he'll wake to sunlight and love. One day he'll be everything he's meant to be. But not tonight. Tonight is for drugs, smoke, and strangers' hands in the dark. Tonight is for fists bloodied in back alleys and broken promises drowned in cheap liquor. Tonight he's not a saviour or a lover, he's a monster built from every scar, every word, every failure carved into him. In the haze of cocaine and cigarette smoke, he searches for something, anything, that might make the trembling stop.All Rights Reserved
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