flashfiction
- iris
- Mar 3, 2021
- 1 min read
His heterochromia eyes looked almost amused. It was sickening how in high school he used to be the shy boy who knew how it felt to be picked on only to grow up to be worse then those jocks. His sneer was unsettling, and worse was the motionless body of his brother propped up against the wall.

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