GOT MY HAND HEL D !!!!successfully secured a romantic partner whoever said i was hopeless in th romance department bet u feel real dumb now (it was me i said that)
opinion on romance x abby? also love ur singing sm!! i dont even care that you could be 400+
Romance X Abby?! HA- as in me and Abby!!? ABBY. HAHAHA-
well, that can't be the craziest ship, Abby, Mira and another Abby were becoming a thing last I knew...
thanks for the compliment tho!!<#
@thehandsomesaja.
Romance hugged a pillow closer to his chest as he let blue radiation from his screen be the only light that touched him. He'd spend most of the days since the breakup locked in the room he formally shared with Abby. They were technically still roommates.
That didn't mean either of them stayed to keep the other company anymore if they could help it. Whenever Abby was home, Romance would go out, if Abby was out, Romance would take the day to sulk in the darkness. Maybe scroll his phone and get around to updating his accounts.
For the fans. For the fans. For the fans.
He'd let it swim shark circles in his mind, mutter it like a chant or prayer before opening anything.
"abbys-favorite-saja"
Not anymore. That username felt like a mockery every time he read it.
A persistent reminder of how he'd eagerly typed it in, never once considering he might regret anything between the two. Today he regretted every moment that brought him here.
A pathetic reminder that he'd ignored every doubt and led himself on believing he could ever keep his heart intact. He couldn't really be bothered to look into changing the url of his account at the moment. A new flare up of grief, shame, and anger rose in him every time he saw it. And every time, a new purple light would glow under the makeup.
It would glow, and every time, just a bit, it would grow. But that was alright.
He could just cover the tiger like marks again.
Those weren't what was hard to hide. It was the red in his eyes, the weight in his breath, and the stumble in his steps. He was falling apart. And he couldn't hide it very well. The words and characters on his phone screen began to blur again as tears began to cloud his sight.
Images fracturing, lights swelling like water paints, when he blinked, they rolled heavy down his cheek, and he couldn't stop the ones that followed. His breath turned ragged and he dropped his phone, hugging his knees closer too his chest as he began to sob.
Making a point to bite his lip when he felt the sounds of his sorrow might be nearing volume decibels to be overheard. He was careful though. The blood from his fangs biting in too hard was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it kept up appearances. He could put lipsticks over the them to hide the cuts too. It'd be fine. He'd be fine. He was fine. He had to be fine.
It wasn't like this were the first time it happened. He'd always been a problem. Why was he making it a big deal now?
No. Stay quiet. Figure it out. Stop crying. Get over it. You weren't worth it anyway. Not then, not now. Not with your wife. Not with your boyfriend. He repeated that to himself as he always did, until the shame didn't let him cry anymore and his eyes felt dried of their natural coat of dew, and as if they'd crack at any moment like his heart.
But that's alright.
The blood was sweet and metallic when he licked it off the edge of his lip before it could drizzle onto his clothes and stain them. He sat up, fixing his posture, and taking a deep breath as he ran his hands in hair to fix the mess it was nearing.
See? You're fine. Just dramatic. Just too much. Just a problem that needs to move on like everyone else. He could feel the freshness on his face from the cooler tear streaks and new he wasn't presentable and wouldn't be for another little bit. But that's alright.
He'll have time to fix himself, on the outside that is, what they don't see doesn't matter, if I break on the inside that's okay as long as I'm fine on that outside, because that's what they'll see, that's what will matter, before leaving the room again. He'd be fine. He was fine. Just… over dramatic. He chuckled a surfacing thought to himself:
"At least this time I don't have three kids to look after at the same time."
Actually no.
That made it worst. He had nothing to live for, and no way to die.
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💬 0 🔁 13 ❤️ 2 · How do you feel about finding out bb was a very severe alcoholic
I- I didn't know it ws that bad...
Baby nearly died.
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ANOTHER UPDATE BAKED BANANA BREAD @ HIS PLACE AND IT TURNED OUT kinda not great on account of him having No Measuring Cups and having to cook it in an air fryer ........ BUT we ended up just hanging out and talking for like 5hrs n pls . i can only take so many casual in-passing touches to the knee and arm and hand before i Combust just!!!!!!!! PLS
UPDATE i've roped him into playing nitw and we were in his dorm while he started it and not to be touch starved on main but being huddled next to someone while watching them play ur favourite game n occasionally brushing arms >>>
