He was a blank canvas and the other boy was a splattered painting. He could only feel emptiness while the other was bombarded with malicious thoughts.
Both of them were broken, completely bare of anything good. They were lost causes, not mendable, or so they thought...
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NO KIDS
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best friends, rainy days, cuddles, tears, fights, and most importantly two boys in love // if you have any requests please comment and I might use your prompt!