Description
Your horoscope is the color of deception and loving cries. The brown color of your eyes is the color of sleep, which took me to the infinite city, where the end of love is, where the border of mirage is. Yeah well most people think I'm insensitive, stony, rough. Or they think I don't give a shit. Just because of my appearance, or because of my behavior on the stage. They think I have no heart. They don't know how vulnerable and weak I am inside. At least that's how I feel. I'm fucking weak. Sometimes I really wish I could turn back time. Now I am on the stage and you're in the crowd. You don't know me, you never knew me, you never wanted to know me. As if I never knew you. How can this be the end of the line for us? [Alcohol problems, drug use, language] [None of the characters from Metallica/Megadeth belong to me, I own my original characters] [First chapters suck] 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!
Chapter One|The Beginning
