My male and female halves have a conversation on a rooftop.
This is not one of my usual stories. No kinks here. It's a more serious thing that I felt I needed to write. This is a bit of venting from me. I've been having some mental issues lately, and I needed to just put something down. It's going to live in my scraps. This actually helped quite a bit. A nice bit of therapy for me.
I'm... not fine, but I'm also not done.
This had like, 3 or 4 alternate endings in my head, though I only wrote this one. They go from dark to cliched to a little trippy. If anyone wants to read those, let me know in the comments, and I can write up a follow up.
, no sex
, serious talk
, thoughts of suicide
1 year ago
04 Jun 2021 05:49 CEST
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