after a month of saddening separation, he made a decision to call him on his landline.
"who is this?" he asked on the other line.
"i can't get over you no matter how hard i try," he replied without minding his question.
he sensed the familiar voice he had listened to in the past months. "oh, my gaysian ex is on the other line?" then he laughed.
gaysian.
gaysian.
gaysian.
he had been used to people dubbing him gaysian. basically, it's because he is an asian boy who is gay.
"i know," he said sounding matter-of-factly. he could sense in his voice the sadness consuming his soul slowly; running wild in his veins.
he inhales self-disapproval, and exhales happiness. he was a pathetic piece of art.
"what do you want?" he replied irritably, wanting him to realize that he is sick of his dramas.
"i just wanted to tell you," burning, crestfallen tears began to drive through his eyes, "...you make me wanna scream and cry, and take my own life 'cause you're all i want, and all i'll never have."
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beautiful boys | completed;
Short Storyin which a beautiful boy learns that the edge of a razor blade is nicer than the words of the one he loves, and the people bordering him could spit out. ▬ may 2016 © reichelle torres #4 in gloom 080120 #195 in taygetsthegay 072420 #2 in theloveso...
