(✥);— Taint perched lightly on the wall outside of the house, not really knowing what to do with himself. His fingers tugged at the loose threads in the rip in his jeans as he stared at the gates of the house, longing to leave. "Fucks sake." he muttered, watching a young couple walk past the house, making out. He sighed lightly, looking down and away from the couple due to the fresh wave of jealousy that had crashed over him.
















