Everywhere around you is grey.
Not necessarily in a literal sense- though yes, in this concrete jungle, much of your surroundings were of muted tones. But no, you were referring to an emotional grey, a bleakness that could only be described as such. Your world is dirty, polluted, and filled will cruel intent and broken dreams. Every day it seemed, you saw one more join the sea of faces in the shadows, in the alleyways and back roads, begging for food, for change, anything they could get their hands on. It saddened you, but your mother had taught you long ago that not all of the pitiful faces were kind, and that not all tales of woe were more
Thoughts in the Dark (CroTuna) by geckofan1, literature
Literature
Thoughts in the Dark (CroTuna)
Soft whispers. Gentle touches, caresses, kisses along his neck, his shoulder. Arms slipping around his waist, pulling him close, holding him tightly against a broad chest. All disappeared with a flick of his eyelids, bringing him back to the quiet room, quiet except for his breathing on the other side of the bed, his back turned to him as he slept.
Mituna sighed, a soft sound in the silence of their bedroom. He could daydream all he wanted of the way he wished things would be, but that wouldn't change how he felt. After all the time they'd spent together, after every lonely night, every empty phrase fallen from those lips, he knew that he wou