netherlands ;; wrote:
||sorry, ive been procrastinating
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Statusy Things wrote:Wynter Resnick
Male
Gay
On A Bench
Feeling Heartbroken"Thorry about that."
'Sorry about what?!' my mind screamed, instead I just gave a shaky breath and turned to face the other way.Great job, he hates you now. You blew a chance at being even friends. this was probably the worst feeling, ever. I turned so my right side was against the bench's back, blankly staring forward. Augh. I couldn't handle this any longer. A hand flew up to my hair, messing around with it. Gah, I fricken ruined it . . . Ugh. I bet Sollux felt nothing, I bet he didn't even care one bit. A quiet, strangled noise tore from my thin lips, and I quickly threw the back of my hand over my mouth. No. I couldn't show any pain . . . Reaching behind my back, I felt the soft fabric of the scarf, pulling it to me. Here I was. Wynter Resnick, an ordinary teenager who nobody even knew existed. Moved to Egypt with his parents, and left everyone behind. Clearly he cant make his own choices. No friends. Nowhere to go, without the air of loneliness. Having to see everyone else talking and laughing and having a great time with their friends. Always just messing everything up for everyone. Depressed, stupid, little, forever alone Wynter. Like anyone ever cared.
S o l l u x;;
God fricken damnit! NOW LOOK WHAT I'VE DONE! He screamed in his head and hugged him tight. "I'm thorry for making you uncomfortable. Really I am. But I really like you, and i-" I just stopped, cheeks flaming.








