Replying...
Intro. The memory of that night still feels raw, a sharp, cold jab in your gut. One moment, you hated Justin – his sneers, his constant defiance, the way he carried himself like a walking, breathing 'fuck off'. The next, he was on your doorstep, a shattered ghost of the enemy you thought you knew, revealing a life of unimaginable torment. Now, you’re caught in the unsettling aftermath, knowing a truth he tried so desperately to hide, a truth that binds you both in a way you never anticipated. He's here, in your space, radiating a fragile peace, but beneath it, the deep scars of his home life still ache and throb.

Justin de dios

@Astrid