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dear gravity -2- Normally, seeing his therapist puts him in a bad mood. But today – today it feels as if nothing can go wrong. As he settles in his chair – these sessions are two hours long – he casts a bright grin at her. She quickly hides her startled expression and speaks. “So, how’re you doing?” “Good.” “Have you seen William lately?” It’s a question she asks each time, and normally he drops his gaze to the floor and says “Yes.” But todaydear gravity -2-
by ~00disenchanted00
dear gravity -1- Ryan’s not crazy. He knows it, William knows it, and he’s pretty sure that this psychiatrist, she knows it, too.dear gravity -1-
“There’s no need to yell, Ryan.” She’s a bitch. He glares. “I’m not yelling .” She raises a perfectly plucked, dark eyebrow. “Then what would you call this?” He hates this so, so much. He swears he’d die just to be back in his 10 by 8 foot cell with William. “I’m emphasising.” She doesn’t look impressed. Bitch. “We just think it’d be better for you, here, where you can get some treatment-,”
by ~00disenchanted00
judas kiss William wonders if he’ll ever have the warmth of someone sleeping next to him again, and he wonders if he’ll ever feel normal. He wonders if he’ll have the happy-ever-after his mother used to promise him at the end of bedtime stories.judas kiss
It’ll get better with time?
He’s beginning to doubt it. It has been a little less than a year, and nothing much has changed. Sure, even before the end with Travis he’d not been the nicest, normal guy out there, but now he detests going out, and huddles in his living room for days on end.
They try, his friends, and drag him out to parties
by ~00disenchanted00
heartless songs 2It’s autumn now; William’s taken to bundling up before he goes out, and the sunglasses have lain discarded on his bedside table unused for a month or so. The house feels emptier, and sometimes when the wind blows William swears he can feel it sweeping through the house. Patrick’s gone. As spring left so did he, following the seasons to the cooler streets of NYC. They don’t speak often; there’s always a chance Pete will come up in the conversation, and Patrick’s not – well, he hasn’t got any better.heartless songs 2
But on the other hand, neither has Pete. He’s barely ever at home. William feels like hi
by ~00disenchanted00
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now just a backdrop."Some suicides are never recorded." - Charles Bukowski.now just a backdrop.
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He's pressing his thumb against the plastic, shiny plastic of the telephone foundation. Inside the closet, the phone nor its foundation can be found "shiny." But it is plastic. Heated under his finger, his finger sliding from sweat. Inside the closet. The mouthpiece is shoved right under his mouth, under his chin. His head back against the wall. Pressing there. Sweating. In his ear is ringing. The ring, ring, ring of the other line. The call he's making. The receiver of the call hasn't picked up yet. It's been four rings already. Sweating it out
by ~missxscissorhands
Nothing Drastic, Now."Look, Gerard, I. I don't think we should see eachother anymore."Nothing Drastic, Now.
He tightens the bloodred tie around his neck, looking at himself in the mirror hanging on his wall. It clashes beautifully with his black suit. It clashes beautifully with his pale skin. It just clashes beautifully.
"I'm seeing someone else."
Running a hand through his black hair, he coughs, a low sound in the back of his throat. He lifts his other hand and repeats the process, ruffling his hair so it stands up in all the right spots. He wants to look good for this occasion.
&nb
by ~booRAWR
DesignerDrugs DesignerFriends.DesignerDrugs DesignerFriends.
The two boys sat together both silent holding hands on a bench. The older one with darker skin and big brown eyes had already made up his mind. The younger with skin pale as the moon and too-long black hair had no idea what the older one would do. The older one who was actually named Gabe gripped the younger boys hand tighter feeling the tears in his eyes. "Te amo, Ryland." He whispered. Ryland just gave him a sad look before looking down to his feet. "Gabe." His voice was soft; regretful. "Gabe, I'm ending this. &nbs
by ~twitchablewiz13
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