Chase's POV:
Guilt
Ripping apart his skin.
Bloodied hands trembling. shaking, numb.
Fingers scraping against the walls.
He still breathed.
loathsome feelings,
never ever healing.
all wrapped underneath,
the scars.
he wanted to breathe.
Along the way
he stopped:
feeling, seeing, being.
yet still breathing.
Hung.
Drawn.
yet not Quartered.
Somehow
-whatever way-
he begged,
to stop breathing.
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Queen Joker.
RomanceThe smile that curled on my lips was huge. "You talk of them as if they are people." I shook my head, my smile being even more evident. He looked at me, his beautiful grey eyes, that he had stolen from the sky glittering. He smiled then, the light...
