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Ugh , such a dead blog ~
Forgive me , I'm not in the mood to be all update-y nowadays .
I'm active over at my other blog , but it's sort of private .
I'm picky about who (whom I know in rl) gets to see it .



http://linnhe.livejournal.com/2409.html
Was reading this fanfiction a while ago and it tugged at my heartstrings .
I immediately see myself as the lead , from the very start .
And I don't even know why , my parents are not abusers .
I guess it's the introduction that caught me .

He’s sitting on the train. It’s nice, it’s quiet and other passengers stare out of their windows, sleepily, minding their own business. He brings up his oversized scarf around his face and breathes into it, closing his eyes. This is his favourite part of the day. There are no questioning stares, no harsh words. Just quiet, just him. He looks down at his hands, flexing and unflexing his fingers. It hurts a bit, just a bit. His knuckles are chafed. When did that happen? He closes his eyes again, a slight frown between his brows. It doesn’t matter.

Fang's up .
XOXO