Mikey had known it had all been fake.
It had all been fake, tony helping him, tony saying he loved him in those rare moments, kissing, hand holding, brushing his sweat damp hair back when the thin man showed up to terrorize Mikey.
It had all been fake.
Tony was the same as the rest, disgusted, horrified, thought he was a freak.
Tony had turned out to be the same as the rest.
He'd had the right idea, if Mikey hadn't been so caring, it wouldn't have hurt as much when he woke up and found the other missing, it wouldn't have hurt as much realizing he had been left.
Tony had the right idea.
Mikey moved to a new apartment, leaving behind the memories, he got new furniture and burnt the old couch, locking the Batman dvds away in a chest where he'd forget about them in time.
He only told people from work, his son, step kids and Gerard where he lived now.
Tony had been real but the care and affection the man gave Mikey was fake.
Least that's what the blond believed.
It had all been fake.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Angst and Death.
DiversosOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
