He did not even know what he was doing in this club. One moment he was being forced to join his friends, and next he was being dragged by them by saying he should move on from his last relationship.
He is a homosexual who has been abused by his own lover nonetheless. Abused in a way where he was emotionally manipulated and ended up being dumped.
He should not even be thinking about such things at his young age. He just turned twenty one, goddamn it!
He frowned and readjusted his mask. It was black, almost too dark that all that stood out where his purple eyes paired by the hair he dyed purple.
People should not judge him, his life was pretty boring aside from his hair. That was why he loved colors.
It makes everything less dull. He glanced about the noisy party, already giving up all his hope that he would be reunited with his friends again until this was over.
