Colby Brock, a twenty-one-year-old good for nothing, at least in his eyes. He felt useless. He tried to get better, but something always led him back to his room, then to his blade, then to his pills. But, something stops him from taking the whole bottle. Maybe it was his fear of dying... or it was his light, his other half, Samuel John Golbach. Oh, nothing could tear Colby away from the blonde. Maybe it was the way that the sun shined on his skin, the way his eyes glistened, the way his voice brought comfort to his ears, the way he held Colby in his arms, his laugh that shot fireworks up Colby's body, his delicate touch, his masculine slim hands, his handsome smile, and the way his personality made itself known. Yeah, sure, Colby has dated girls before, but they never sent a spark through him. Yes, he did get nervous around girls sometimes but he never felt a connection... which worried him.

He shouldn't be gay.

Hell, he would be dead! His roommates wouldn't accept him. There's no way. And what would he do if his parents found out? In reality, he would probably drain his blood out after being beaten to the pulp. He couldn't endure the disillusioned looks of his parents. 

It just felt wrong.

Colby hoped that one day he would be free, free from all of this.

It was an endless loop of sorrow.

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A/N: This was created on 06/28/23