"King of many,
What is the benefit of a kingdom
If you are lonely"
-Charlotte Écrivain
He sits upon a throne of fatigue. His father is rambling on and on about the family business, but he, Yuri Sanchez, remains unlistening.
Lonely is he, as he is surrounded by his massive family. He does not fit it, but he tries.
Lonely is he, as his mother stares sadly at him. His eyes, a mirror image of her own black eyes, cannot hold her stare- they flit away from hers nervously.
He clinches his bloody fists as his family cheers him on for the deed he just did.
That's not his blood on his hands, but the blood bleeding from his ear is.
The cut from his ear stings very badly. Tears spring up, and a misty haze blocks his eye sight, but he pushes the tears back down.
There's a painful lump in his throat from the urge to cry, but he would rather feel that pain than cry pathetically in front of his family.
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Mr. Misty Eyed
Short Story"Gangsters don't cry therefore I'm Mr. Misty Eyed" -Twenty One Pilots This book is a mess, read at your own risk. Wrote it a long time ago © Charlotte Écrivain
