



Teardrop
porYuki•~8min de lectura
Géneros y atmósfera
"I suffered from my own actions. It no longer had any meaning and importance to be able to breathe, make my heart beat, live without my leg bothering me. Vicodin doesn't heal the mind. Nothing will heal. [...] How I fed the vain hope that Wilson's death was a mistake, as mine was for him... But that wasn't going to happen. I saw him die. I was there with him. And I would never forget all he did for me."
Sinopsis
"I suffered from my own actions. It no longer had any meaning and importance to be able to breathe, make my heart beat, live without my leg bothering me. Vicodin doesn't heal the mind. Nothing will heal. [...] How I fed the vain hope that Wilson's death was a mistake, as mine was for him... But that wasn't going to happen. I saw him die. I was there with him. And I would never forget all he did for me."
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Ver perfilYuki, 17 anos, São Paulo, genderfluid. Sou Drarry shipper com todas as minhas forças e também arrisco a postar hist&oac...
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