MARK BLINKED IN A MORBID WAY. he is alone now, alone in the house, feeling as if if he falls asleep he will never wake up again. his body felt weak, and he knew perfectly well why.

the reason is his mother. more specifically, her recent abuse. Thomas simply froze when she touched him, feeling like a child again when she said that 'my boy is looking more and more like his father'. the father she never let him meet.

Grayson rubbed himself so much after she left, to the point that his pale skin turned red. he hated his mother, he hated what she did to him.

the light from the TV is the only lighting in the house, he made sure of that three days ago. time of his most recent abuse and the time of his recent isolation from work, he is desolate.

the background noise of the door opening didn't let him close his eyes, because he knew it could only be you. his girlfriend. okay, you weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, but he liked to pretend that you were. because you are the right person for someone fucked up like him.

“i thought you had forgotten about me...”— Mark couldn’t help but joke, making an effort to roll over and rest his back against the sofa, looking at you.