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This night, they had sex again. They didn't even know why or how could a fight end up in bed, they couldn't stop. Yes, they were combined, but the problem was never solved. Deeply frustrated by that fact, Darren sat at the edge of the bed, he supported his forehead with his right hand in a fragile way, he secretly asked a question in his mind: 'Why wouldn't you love me?' Scratching the inner wall of his consciousness, he felt his headache becoming severe like a blade of rationality drilling n his head; but the most painful part was never there, it was somewhere in his chest he was afraid to admit. It ached not when he's breathing, not when

i cried when i saw "if darren's happy you should be happy as well" on tumblr coz it's like someone is saying this to Chris and that's why i cried and wrote this short paragraph... Ashley scrubbed his legs. "Darren's happy so you should be happy too. Be happy for him." Chris silenced and stared at his own hands, as he squeezed it into a fist. "You're right, Ashley…I was just, I lost track and was being irrational to these things, I'm sorry." Chris closed his lips and smile, the muscles were tense. He glanced at his watch. "It's late, I have to go, see ya tomorrow." "Bye honey." Chris lowered his head while walking his heavy st

so when Darren comes back as Blaine and stands beside everyone who is taller than him, i would mock at him as hard as i could.