Status: hmm...
Broken.
puzzle pieces.
The boy is broken.
His eyes void of all emotion, he's mute and blocks out all sounds that tries to enter his ears; all the pity they pour onto him. His breaths are even—up, down, up, down—almost robotically so. And as he lays there, huddled in the corner, no one dares touch him. All they do is watch; watch as he drains his life away, watch as he falls apart.
They know that there's one, and only one person who could ever fix that puzzle of a boy—the very person who shattered him into pieces.
His eyes void of all emotion, he's mute and blocks out all sounds that tries to enter his ears; all the pity they pour onto him. His breaths are even—up, down, up, down—almost robotically so. And as he lays there, huddled in the corner, no one dares touch him. All they do is watch; watch as he drains his life away, watch as he falls apart.
They know that there's one, and only one person who could ever fix that puzzle of a boy—the very person who shattered him into pieces.
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Original fiction, slash, drabble, 100 words.Anyway, yeah. I may continue this, I don't know. If I do, this would probably be the prologue.
Comment? D: I'd like feedback. u.u
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edit: i changed it to present tense, so it's 98 words now. hmm.