#violent mind

hello violent mind

i’m not sorry.

[Maybe it's just jealousy. Mixing up with a violent mind.]

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔞 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 (𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔡) 𝔟𝔶 𝔄𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩

The teen flicked a fly out of the air, a sneer on his face. His drink sitting on the table untouched. He scratched at his cheek not caring for the skin peeling apart. Brown eyes glared at the empty chair opposite to him. "Can't believe I got stood up." He leans back, looking to his side at the crowd mindlessly passing him by. A frown forming as he thinks of them all joining friends and family for mundane activities. Or hell, holding hands on dates like the one HE was supposed to be having. He flicks the latest fly to approach, or maybe it was the same one. A sigh rolls out of his throat, raising a brow at an interesting fight in the distance. His eyes narrowed as he recognized his date. Who was being a bit TOO flirty with the gal helping them. Harry barely felt his glass shatter in his sudden grip. "Oh he is going to PAY." With a fuss, Harry hops to his feet and stomps off.