Queer as Folk: Escape From Myself

[goddess_ophelia]

An owl hooted in the distance and a cat nonchalantly strolled by, only just missing brushing up against Blake’s legs. A gust of wind chilled the night air and the rustling sounds of autumn leaves resounded eerily loud in the idyllic, yet abandoned park in Pittsburgh. Blake sat down on the ground near a small lake. He could smell the softness of the

Comments

[owensheart]

Gulp i really felt for blain it this story, he had such a hard time in the series.

Great work.

[goddess_ophelia]

Blake did. Shame we didn't know too much about him!
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