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In your shadowThe crowd was so loud that night. The lights shone like the sun on midday, maybe even brighter. His feelings, though, was as dark as the night. The evening had just begun, and still it was as if it never should have started. It never should! His only thought was about how to make it stop, how to make the evening end. Without him having to do a thing. But that probably was impossible. As impossible as he knew it was, he wanted it. He wanted it all to end. Right now, at that second.In your shadow by Sirilla-Love-Bill
All the voices surrounding him made him struggle for air, he wanted quietness. He wanted for the entire world to just leave him alone, leave him with himself and nobody to pleas every night. But as simple as his wanting may be, he knew he couldn't get it. Not just yet.
The voices started to call his name, yelling at him to come out from hiding. Come start the show! He was the main attraction. The centre of attention. An alien on earth. A weak glow in the dark.
He wanted it all to end.
The voices gr
Slowly Lost You Too -Oneshot-Slowly Lost You Too -Oneshot- by Traumer111
(Song Fic- italics are lyrics of Suicide Season by Bring Me The Horizon)
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.
One last look to the world, through the glass. One last word to the ones who love him, spoken through the pen in his hand. One last chance to turn back.
The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.
But in reality, any chance he had has fled long ago. He had thought he would be nervous, a shaken mess. But everything is numb, now. Blissfully cold, after all that has happened.
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.
One last apology, the paper is folded. Placed upon the edge of the bed, carefully.
For when he died, he took a part of you.
Bill was his everything, his entire life. When Bill left, Tom's world has no other option than too crumble.
It only makes sense, then.
No time for farewells, no chances
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