if you notice anything missing like the leaves in the trees or my clothes all over the floor
Another 1000 words and I am done with the angsty awful fic that I have been writing for over a month now. And by 1000 I might mean 3k, but whatever. I'M ALMOST DONE.
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“Singing is the only thing you ever fucking cared about,” Kendall screams, his voice raw at the edges, and all James can think is that he probably has a concert or an interview or something the following morning; that Kendall is never going to be able to sing.
He'll be ruined, just for a day.
James keeps on ruining him.
Kendall barrels on, not seeming to care. “I had to take something from you. Just one thing. The most important thing.”
Want a preview? Sure you do:
“Singing is the only thing you ever fucking cared about,” Kendall screams, his voice raw at the edges, and all James can think is that he probably has a concert or an interview or something the following morning; that Kendall is never going to be able to sing.
He'll be ruined, just for a day.
James keeps on ruining him.
Kendall barrels on, not seeming to care. “I had to take something from you. Just one thing. The most important thing.”