〝 "scott?" i said quietly, gaining his attention. "hm?" scott mumbled.
i sat next to him and we didn't look at each other. "i'm sorry," i said after some silence.
in that small, silent moment, i could feel my heart rip apart at my words and i nearly heard his breaking. "okay," he said very quietly, like as if he didn't want me to hear it, "i am too."
and that's when mine completely tore. 〞
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trigger warnings:
this story includes the following ;;
suicidal thoughts, depression, self hatred, mature language & one sexual/smutty scene. if you're not comfortable with any of those, i highly suggest for you to skip this book and go onto the next.
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{ warning: this story is *extremely* old & poorly written!!! }
Hickey's were hard to hide. That was one of the thoughts circling in Mitch's head when he stood in front of the mirror that morning. He touched the purple marks and squinted, hoping that maybe they weren't that noticeable, but knew that it was a lost cause. They were all over his collarbone, his shoulder. High up into his neck and behind his ear. He sighed and threw his head back, closing his eyes for the moment.
// one shot/short story,, not the most original plot ever, but it's fun to write.
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