Marinara, a bj drabble

[wouldbedorothy]

Just the one... Justin pov, 201... 100 words... Not my characters...

Marinara

Fuck. I feel so stupid.

How can I blame them for treating me like a baby… an invalid… if this is how I act?

I freaked out, practically ran to the corner and hid, over spaghetti sauce.

Because, to my artist’s eye, somehow the orangey splotch of tomato matched the angry red or tragic rust of blood. My blood.

Blood I never even saw, outside of my nightmare imaginings.

Where it covers me… the ground, the walls… my old drawings and the canvases I have no use for now… that scarf… Brian.

I need him.

I’ll eat. But, after dinner…


by AHS