No more love, no more need

[overmore]

It could never be the same after that that. The moment that boy stepped it, Noir new something would happen, and it was not good.

The attention shifted. There were no more looks at his direction, no more pulls into the bedroom late at night, no more sadistic behaviour Désire loved so much.

No more attention, no more care. The dear younger brother was not important anymore.

Should he cry ? Worry? Should it even matter?

The boy was cute and Noir was disposable, just like the rest of them.

Poison was not nice way to leave, but it was the end of it all.

‘It’s just wine, why would it be bad?’ Désire watched as he handed him a glass of wine. It looked like an ordinary one, but Noir knew better. He knew what hid behind the sweet red liquid, the thing that would be the end of him.

With his every move watched, he had no choice but to do it.

Whatever it was, it had a strong dosage. He should not feel dizzy so quickly.

All he could here was Désire babbling about the boy, how he needs to tend to him.

A pitiful way to leave.