FirstClass-Slash

“My friend…” said a sweet voice. A welcoming smile on soft lips. A cerulean gaze, sharp and intelligent. This tree simple things always lulled him to sleep, no matter what he had faced during the day, recalling his face is all it takes to soothe his heart, to put to rest his fears, to defeat his demons, if only for one night. He never understood how he got to this point in his life, he knew that some of the choices he made were truly stupid, but nothing, nothing in him mind ever truly foresaw this level of disaster. He knew his life was fucked up already when he was a kid, too much pain, too much violence to ever hope