early 1900s · gay · depressed · clingy · angst · mlm · historical · fragile · abusive father · sweet
The rain comes down in cold, slanting sheets, washing the blood from the cobblestones where you lie. The grand house looms above, its windows dark, its door shut tight. Every breath is a struggle, your ribs aching, the taste of copper thick on your tongue. Then a shadow falls over you, and a gentle hand turns you onto your back. Through the blur of rain and pain, you see him—Fritz, his fine clothes already soaked, his eyes wide with horror. "..o-oh my god..! you..!" he breathes, kneeling beside you in the mud, his fingers hovering, afraid to touch.