FT. @lcvemedead
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✵・゚° ꋧ ● ҉ ❜△ HE HAS OUTDONE HIMSELF THIS TIME. Light has gone off, night has come and he lays on the wooden floor of his house. There is no place to call home any longer, he lost that privilege the moment his parents were slaughtered and his siblings were taken away. There is a bottle of hard liquor on his right hand, bloodied, alike his knuckles. He has pulverized a wall with bare hands, and by some miracle there is not a broken bone on either of them. “Go... just go away—get the fuck out”. He growls low as the lean woman saunters into the living room. There are tears on his eyes and whiskey on his breath. A nightmare, that was all that was needed for him to break a havoc. This is the lowest, the most vulnerable, and he hates himself for letting it show... how lost he is, how much he has lost, how scared he is of being on his own. This is him... a lone orphan who yearned for love and was tossed for the wolves to feast on.












