he fell into his hard bed, face buried in the pillow and laid there crying.
he kept repeating the same phrase himself while violently scratching his arms, "im sorry, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry..."
until his eyelids got heavy, and drifted off to sleep.
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ONLY FRIEND
General Fictiontwo kids who were in love with bright red, while everyone else's souls were covered in black. h.r. #175 in general fiction
