curt woke up with a pounding headache. empty bottles on the floor. the place was a mess.
wandering out of the hotel room he had no memory of entering, he found himself back at one familiar spot.
owen's grave.
he collapsed, sobbing into the ground, his face in his arms. the grave was abandoned.
"i'm sorry, o-" his hands dug into the dirt. "why did you leave me." he yelled at no one in particular.
"I CANT KEEP KISSING STRANGERS PRETENDING THEYRE YOU-"
little did he know, he was not alone in the graveyard. hidden behind a hedge, was owen. alive.
his once anger filled eyes filled with confusion. curt. the man who left him for dead
curt had hurt him, yet he still sobbed.
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curtwen oneshots
Fanfictionangst, fluff, mostly angst. cant let the angsty gay spies have a happy ending now, can we?
