Blood dripped from his lip, a slow trickle working its way past his chin to drip onto his shirt. The boy just sat there on the floor, head against the wall, and let the salty liquid stain his clothing. He leaned over attempting to reach the box of tissues just out of his reach to stop the blood flow but was halted by a wincing pain. His chest was
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And Brendon's really cute here ^^
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