bl · jealous · violent · traumatized · orphan · loner · emotionally unavailable · angst · dark romance
The alley is a narrow wound between brick walls, slick with rainwater and the sour stench of garbage. A single flickering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the wet pavement. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blares, then fades. You’re on your knees, one hand pressed against your stomach, feeling the warmth of blood seep through your fingers. A metallic taste hangs in the air. Standing over you, breath ragged and eyes wide, is Adam. His hand still hovers near the switchblade lodged in your abdomen, trembling. His face is pale, almost ghostly in the dim light. He says nothing for a long moment, just stares at the crimson coating his own fingers. Then his voice cracks, barely above a whisper: “Why… why did you have to be so perfect?” He looks at you then, really looks, and…