Eleutheromania.
Description
Pressure, was driving them slowly insane. All they needed is a little escape from the world. One addicted to the vibration of the others baritone voice, the other craving the smooth canvas of the others skin under his finger tips. Craving each other in ways that they never should have known in the first place.
It hurts, hating the world and then finding something so beautiful. It just made them hate it more.
Just a warning, one of my first stories written, so considerably bad. Like horrible. Please any sort of feedback extremely welcomed.
Not really all that sure were this is going, but what the hell really wanted to post something. I'm sorry if it is really, really bad. Please excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes. I tried i promise, I'm just really horrible. I'm sorry.
Foreword
Eleutheromania, (n.)
-An intense and irresistible desire for Freedom.
"It's how I would imagine dying, the cold bitting at your skin, fighting desperatly to eat the warmth of your heart, flesh and entirety. The way the cigerettle smoke slowly carves it's reasoning for tempting you into addiction into your lungs, blackening them, killing you. It's how I imagine this bitter life to end. The sweet need for lust has overriden the drive to find love. Everything is slowly over overriden. Hope, love, anger, left with a plummetting lonley numbness."
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