No amount of practice would help him. No matter how many times he rehearsed the conversations in his head and calmed his anxiety, he would never be ready. The squirming in his stomach started again. And this time it wouldn't go away. Gods he wished his father had a cure for this, then he wouldn't have to talk about it. It would never have to come up ever again and everything would be okay with the world. But apparently his father chose not to do the one thing that would save so many lives. Take away the short term cure, the addiction. Take it all away. Take his worries, his problems, his own life. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want this black hole in his stomach. He didn't want the nerves. He wanted to be safe. He wanted to live. He wanted to live without worry, without consequence. He wanted to be alive. But that's not what he was. He was hollow, merely a shell of an outgoing man. And everybody knew it.
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Solangelo Is Life
FanfictionA collection of my Solangelo oneshots! Sometimes I post my friends' stories. I take requests, have to appease the audience. Head cannons are G R E A T and I will gladly write something. Anything. I read every comment, I try to respond to most. Som...
