It had all become normal…
No longer was it strange to wake up screaming, memories of 'that day' plaguing his mind…
He was lucky that none of his numerous sexual partners had asked about it, they didn't really care. he knew that much. The only time they cared was if it disturbed them from they're sleep, if this happened they would fake concern before passing out again.
They were in it for the sex that was all; if it wasn't for his looks they never would have spared him a glance.
He knew that.
He accepted that.
But even though he did it was still so damn hard.
But he wasn't like the others…
he was to blame for the nightmares for he was responsible for the events on 'that day' and yet…
He was all that kept him sane, knowing that he would see him at the meetings was enough of a reason to get up in the morning.
He was all he had…
He was all he wanted…
As well as the one person he couldn't have…
Fate is cruel…
All to well, he knew this fact…
Okay so, this is a prologue of sorts for a new fic I'm thinking of doing in my spare time. If you have any questions, suggestions, complaints etc. then review
I accept criticism In fact I encourage it! Make me look at my mistakes and fix them!
If you do review then give me a deadline of you want (be fair) for when you want to see the next chapter :D