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We Bleed Like Water Colors

After multiple attempts on his life, Vic is sent to therapy for what seemed like the thousandth time. What would make a difference this time? How could this therapist possibly be different from the others?


This story will contain: drug use, swearing, boyxboy, adult/minor intercourse, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, and domestic abuse.

Disclaimer: I do not own any band member or lyrics mentioned in this story only the plot.

Title Cred: Pierce The Veil - The Boy Who Could Fly