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p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"Brian took a deep breath and sat up, walking over to the bathroom mirror and examining his tear-stained face. He took a minute to scoff at himself. "Pussy...", he muttered before digging around in a black bag and mumbling obscenities until he found a razor blade. Picking the sharp object up, he dug it into his left wrist, a dark red line forming with a few crimson droplets of blood trickling out. /p
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p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"Outside of the hotel room, Brian could hear voices. He was pretty sure they weren't drug-induced hallucinations, anyways. No, they were definitely real. He could distinctly hear Twiggy's voice. "Brian? Yeah, I'm sure he's fine, I wouldn't worry about him." Then, the conversation turned to sex and drugs, and the topic of Brian was soon forgotten. Really? Even Jeordie? He knew it was unfair to expect people to know how he felt when he wouldn't tell him, but Jeordie always cared, always remembered, always noticed how dull his eyes were when he lied and said he was fine. What was this? What was he? Everyone was just going to leave him, weren't they? He should have expected this.../p
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p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"Twiggy got on his knees and began to sob. "B-Brian!" Brian's breathing got raspier and fainter, and he could barely manage to twist his lips into an ironic smile and croak out his last words: "If I could s-start again... a m-million miles away... I would k-keep myself... I would find a way."/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"Trent decided to go see Brian, but when he got to the hotel room where his lover was staying, all he found was a crying Twiggy holding the door to the bathroom closed. "What the fuck? What's wrong, Twiggy?", Trent called, seemingly causing Twiggy to wake up from some metaphorical sleep. "H-h-he...", Twiggy stopped to sob, "h-he's dead..." "What? Who?" /p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"Twiggy abruptly pulled on Trent's arm, dragging him into the bathroom. There, he saw a sight he would never in his life forget: the bloodied corpse of his love. He was tragically beautiful, even in death, and tears streaked down his face, smudging his normally perfect eyeliner. Sobs racked Trent's chest, his eyes widening. "HOW?!- WHAT?!" He screamed. "T-this has to be a joke! He CAN'T be dead!" Trent shook Brian, as if that could bring him back to life./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;""He saw you making out with some whore while you were drunk, a-and he... killed himself...", Twiggy whispered, his voice cracking halfway through. Trent choked on tears and vomit, throwing up on the floor and collapsing into it while sobbing. "I-i love you... Brian..."/p