Davian

Davian

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"Don't you see! I can't even love myself! How could I ever love you if I don't even know how to love myself" "I'm not here to make you fall in love with me, I'm here to help you fall in love with yourself, the way I fell in love with you" *** Meet Davian. Davian wasn't a bad person, he just had been living a toxic lifestyle for far too long. Davian was sad and miserable. Really sad and miserable. So sad miserable to the point where it was so unbearable that the only way to get rid of these horrible feelings was by drinking cheap bottles of booze. Day and night, Davian wasted away his life, trying his best to forget the things that caused his sadness and misery, losing himself more and more each bottle of cheap booze he chugged. He was a hopeless cause, no matter what anyone did there was not use. All Davian wanted to do was drown in the toxic life he was living. How are you supposed to save someone from drowning if they don't want to be saved in the first place?
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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