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He stayed in the shadows, the eyeliner in lines down his face. Everthing they'd had. Ruined like that. The arrival of the baby, the marriage. She'd taken it all away from him. The blotchy, tear stained face stayed hidden under the dark hood, hiding himself away. He'd thought he loved him. Thought he meant those shallow, empty words. Never before had he hated three little words in his life. Ever.
He could recall the past few hours perfectly, walking in on them, her under him, naked. He'd said he was going to leave her and the kid. Said he loved him, and that the world revolved around him, and him alone. That he used her, so what the fuck was he doing fucking the arse off her? He was lost in his thoughts, sliding along the wall, wiping his nose on the coal grey sleeve, wrapping his arms round himself. It wasn't his hoodie, it belonged to that liar. The one who'd betrayed him like that. He could still smell him, as it swamped his tiny frame. Burying his head into it, shutting his eyes so the material didn't scratch them. There was nothing he wanted more than a bottle of vodka, so at least he could forget about this tomorrow, but he had no money, having left it all with him. For Gods sake. Pull yourself together. Get over that lying whore. the words echoed round his head, yet something in his mind told him he'd never be able to do it. As hard as he tried, he'd never let go of the beautiful boy that did the impossible, in capturing his cold heart.
He guessed he must have fallen asleep, he awoke to find himself where he last was, back against the wall. His hood had slipped off, revealing the neat black hair, with the slightly too long side fringe. He shook it, and it fell out of his eyes. In the same instance, he caught site of someone sitting next to him. And nearly choked. It was him. His angel. His poison. The traitorous wretch that made his stomach rise a foot inside him. His white blonde head was thrown back, touching the wall.
His hazel eyes up at him, and he guessed he gasped slightly, as he laughed, the sound light, cutting through the cold morning air.
"Hurry up and come home Frank, you'll catch your fucking death out here."
He could recall the past few hours perfectly, walking in on them, her under him, naked. He'd said he was going to leave her and the kid. Said he loved him, and that the world revolved around him, and him alone. That he used her, so what the fuck was he doing fucking the arse off her? He was lost in his thoughts, sliding along the wall, wiping his nose on the coal grey sleeve, wrapping his arms round himself. It wasn't his hoodie, it belonged to that liar. The one who'd betrayed him like that. He could still smell him, as it swamped his tiny frame. Burying his head into it, shutting his eyes so the material didn't scratch them. There was nothing he wanted more than a bottle of vodka, so at least he could forget about this tomorrow, but he had no money, having left it all with him. For Gods sake. Pull yourself together. Get over that lying whore. the words echoed round his head, yet something in his mind told him he'd never be able to do it. As hard as he tried, he'd never let go of the beautiful boy that did the impossible, in capturing his cold heart.
He guessed he must have fallen asleep, he awoke to find himself where he last was, back against the wall. His hood had slipped off, revealing the neat black hair, with the slightly too long side fringe. He shook it, and it fell out of his eyes. In the same instance, he caught site of someone sitting next to him. And nearly choked. It was him. His angel. His poison. The traitorous wretch that made his stomach rise a foot inside him. His white blonde head was thrown back, touching the wall.
His hazel eyes up at him, and he guessed he gasped slightly, as he laughed, the sound light, cutting through the cold morning air.
"Hurry up and come home Frank, you'll catch your fucking death out here."
another we short one.
basically about how i'm finished with Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Panic! At The Disco (I REFUSE to recognise the Young Veins/Pretty.Odds Panic), The Cab, Fall Out Boy, 30 Seconds To Mars and whatever else.
and how i'm listening back to mcr
the adorable motherfuckers. >.<
basically about how i'm finished with Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Panic! At The Disco (I REFUSE to recognise the Young Veins/Pretty.Odds Panic), The Cab, Fall Out Boy, 30 Seconds To Mars and whatever else.
and how i'm listening back to mcr
the adorable motherfuckers. >.<
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damn! I love your style of writing!
I love this! a lot!
are you going to be writing any more of it? or is it just staying as a short story? If you know what I mean...
I really, really like it.
I love this! a lot!
are you going to be writing any more of it? or is it just staying as a short story? If you know what I mean...
I really, really like it.