#emillios

it wasn’t often that reality sucker punched him in the throat but whenever he looked at emilio was one of those times. “ the hurt isn’t ever going to go away, is it ? ” obie hated feelings , hated the way that his heart twisted in his chest as tea colored eyes ran over the male’s form. “ what’re you doing here ? “ pivoting the conversation away from the rhetorical question that unwittingly slipped from his lips. 

Awsome! #jazz #emillios #richmond