Danny was outside the bar, smoking some weed. He hadn't had a hit for a week and he was craving it. Roy didn't like it when he smoked anything. And he wanted to quit for Roy so bad but he needed it. He needed it and he was hated himself for needing it. Infact he hated himself regardless. This world was too good for him. Roy was too good for him. Roy could never love him the way he loved Roy. The drugs helped numb the pain of this realisation. The high kept him from being sad. He needed to stay happy for his fans, for his friends for his family. Just for them. Not for himself. He hadn't been truly happy for a long time. He was used to artificial happiness. It wasn't as good as real happiness but it was happiness all the same.
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TEXT ME- A Biadore Fic (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction⚠️T/W⚠️ for suicide attempts, depression, blood, hospital and mentions of alcohol and drugs, death. Hey Hi Hello So it's little text fic with some fucked up ending? Idk you tell me? I'll leave it to your beautiful minds to create your own ending (�...
