[Brendon]
I looked over to the drink on the wooden table. It was blood red, like wine. I raised my eyebrow. I picked it up and observed it carefully. There was nothing I saw was wrong.
Oh, how damn delusional I was.
I took a sip and right then and there, I got a message on my phone. I didn't feel anything at first. I grabbed my phone and noticed it was from Dallon. On Instagram.
I opened it up.
How's it going there?
What do you mean?
Did you drink it yet?
Yeah...
Hey did you put something in it?
He gave me a second.
No...
Sure?
read by longdayweekes
I started feeling tipsy. I saw bright blue eyes. It's an angel. I looked over to the left and saw what was in their hand. A pill and a bat. There were so many thoughts flourishing my mind.
You're not going to make it
Fuck you
How childish you are
Sweet dreams.
Dallon?
YOU ARE READING
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 - 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔫
Fanfictionpaintings . dark and light . never grey . at least that's what I thought . till now . {demon! brendon} {trans angel! dallon} {tw: cutting} ♡ instagram au-ish ♡
