disclaimer: this probably happened, but i still have to say it didn't.
title: heart construction.
drabble: v-day drabble.



Billy was cold. Billy was angry. Billy was staring at the clock, which now read 12:07.

Officially seven minutes into Valentine's Day, and he was already lonely. There was nothing but cool silence in his dark bedroom. He was huddled against the wall, holding himself. Trying to pretend that he wasn't doing the holding, and he wasn't quite as desperate as he seemed. It wasn't working. It wasn't working at all.

He whispered reprimands and harsh insults to himself from beneath his blankets. He hated himself in a hundred percent kind of way.

And then it came, first just the soft padding of bare feet. Then a shadow in the crack between his bedroom door and the floor. And then it was a sliver of bright red in the middle of all his darkness. A red, construction paper heart, decorated with scrawled, sharpie words.

You're mine.

-Dom


Billy got a little warmer.
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