Black gloves and electronic devices, these were familiar to an auburn haired boy
Black gloves and electronic devices, these were familiar to an auburn haired boy.
The cigarette held tight between his lips, and the goggles obscured his blue-green eyes.
He had the love of his life, a petite blond male, for whom he'd do anything.
There is his red BMW and the fake pop gun, and memories of the past.
There is gun fire and sound of bullets penetrating the boy, and the blood oozing down.
He held his cigarette clasped in his lips as he died, shot in the heart without a single cry.