Cradling the pale body in his arms, running a shaking hand through once lustrous brown hair, rocking the motionless man back and forth in a way that was once the only comfort he’d ever known; his tears ran down his already stained cheeks, fresh blood crept up the fabric of his previously fresh shirt, dripped down his arms, stained his fingernails, ( Read more... )

Because everyone has to have a first post.

I suck at this.