his eyes flicker open on night time.
he tries to get up on his feet carefully as his whole arm was stinging in pain because of the abundant cuts and incisions he made.
he remembers how the blood from his wrist leaked like a saturated cherry lipstick.
after his musings, he realized that he's in a hospital room.
his eyes circumnavigated to the twinkle of light from the windowpane where he can see the meeting of the edge of the sky and the landscape.
the less-than-half visible moon and the stars dropping litters through the tranquil twilight were casting lights on the whole damn sky outside where there is a comfortable silence resembling like soft cushions.
he can't stop himself from wondering,
how can a cruel world be this beautiful?
because nothing rationally makes sense.
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beautiful boys | completed;
Short Storyin which a beautiful boy learns that the edge of a razor blade is nicer than the words of the one he loves, and the people bordering him could spit out. ▬ may 2016 © reichelle torres #4 in gloom 080120 #195 in taygetsthegay 072420 #2 in theloveso...
