You cried at home from then on.
Lexis didn't know that he was your first real friend. He was the only person who didn't think her drawings were weird or too deep. You couldn't believe he even tolerated you for that long.
But you didn't know that deep in that home of his – passed all those wooden fences and doors – was a good boy who tried to be bad, crying in his closet because that was the only safe haven he had. His bed is contaminated with your drawings.
He couldn't get you out of his mind and it was killing him.
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Bad Boys
Short StoryLexis didn't want to be a bad boy. But his broken heart didn't listen. [ 2016 ]
