HT100 Challenge #84: Don't Fear the Reaper
Poison … death…
He hears the words but can’t quite make sense of them, not coming from Toby’s lips. Those lips that kissed him and told him he was loved…? No, no; he wants to cover his ears and block them out but it’s already too late. Like the sharpest shank, they’ve already cut too deep.
He will never have what he wants. He sees that now. Everything is revealed to him with crystal clarity at last. Christ, what a joke, him ever believing he could be loved. God must be laughing His ass off.
Fine then; fuck it all, he thinks and grabs one last kiss before he falls.
He hears the words but can’t quite make sense of them, not coming from Toby’s lips. Those lips that kissed him and told him he was loved…? No, no; he wants to cover his ears and block them out but it’s already too late. Like the sharpest shank, they’ve already cut too deep.
He will never have what he wants. He sees that now. Everything is revealed to him with crystal clarity at last. Christ, what a joke, him ever believing he could be loved. God must be laughing His ass off.
Fine then; fuck it all, he thinks and grabs one last kiss before he falls.