All Hearts Must Bleed
1: Made
s by a cold bucket of water on a rather chilly
cuss in my h
he meagre figure that laid under it. Nothing too outstanding, but nothing overtly disgusting either. The water on his dark, afro hair gradually trickled down his face
she gestured to the phone on the side table, and the brown folder beside it. Both which were just a couple feet to the right of the bed. "How doe
aid, his voice getting a lot lowe
all
ll three in the mo
Don't start with that" he said, getting up from his bed
king her leave from the room scattered beyond reco
day" he massaged his
clean up this room. Besides, your brother's coming tomorrow,
five minutes? I'm not eight or ten or twel
ou watch y
No, that's not why. You know I'm telling
for years and the least you
ou nuts for the past couple of years. Like what the actual fuck? Everybody has problems and he chose his own method of dea
rds, and just said. "I don't have time for this. This room better be arranged by the time I get b
hissing or closing the door to his room, but for a second, contemplated the
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eye out and their dads either at a barbecue or doing absolutely nothing? This neighborhood was the exact opposite. No close bond shared
ing, he thanked God for that. Wouldn't want anyone to see his lean figure dragging out the plastic trash bag wit
n that...please?" his mumbling ended with a grunt as he du
y, faint voice said, a
figure standing a number of feet away, just at the opposite house, the cloak of astonishment gradually lifted itself off his 6'1 stature. It was none other than Vanessa Hughes. His classmate/ six
, Vanessa? It'
. "I see puberty's had a good couple years
a little "-you remember" he sai
cefully behind her, and her fragile red eyes didn't do enough to take away the at
ou... when'd
I come over later though?" He could literally feel his heart pumping out his ches
talk to my... I mean sure. Of co
aid, her eyes
's per
be dry by then though" she remarked as she walked away. Her night gow
red-faced moment in a while, he thought to himself, as he hurried back home to
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sis. Pretty sure you'
I don't kno
adjusted his seat so the laptop camera would
ead through the books we've actually s
ay I had to double on the quality of my work becau
all
th a smile. Still buoyant an
after a couple seconds of tense silence, "I'm sorry to
to speak. "Sorry?" he got a little closer to the mic and system likewise. "Ma'am, these are
a young writer so I'm sure y
Is this because it's not about
e-aged spokesperson said,
first time round, but this was the Seventh platform that rejected his book. The twelfth time he'd been rejected all i
obody saw it, nobody saw through the entire act, but it kind of felt like his life wa
or the fuc