His sister's gentle voice of reasoning couldn't do anything for him. His frantic crying among the whistling of the tea kettle as he let out a desperate cry. He couldn't do this anymore. "I can't.. I can't do this.." He cried as he gripped onto the counter in order to hold himself upright. Thoughts swarming in his head and none of them could he comprehend. He shook his head, clutching his hair in a panicked state "I can't do this anymore! I hate it here! He reminds me of father! So disgusting! I hate it, I HATE IT FUYUMI! I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH!" "The fuck are you talking about? Icy hot?" ----- read the tags. this was suppose to be a one shot, but i got lazy. think of this as a short story actually.
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