Sometimes, secondhand heartbreak hurts more, lasts longer, if only because the fear festers a little deeper, like a small scratch on a record that grows larger in time. You don't want that heartbreak for yourself, so you hide. You hide yourself under so many layers that you can't break free, because it's the prison that you've put yourself in.
You're so scared of what's outside in the wild, that you don't bother to fear for what's inside, for what you've done to yourself.
[a.k.a. that fic no one asked for where all the kids are douchebags and they break each other's hearts]
Mature Genre: Romance (kind of), bullying. Status: Complete (11,250 words) Rating: B
I enjoyed this, though it was horrible to see all the people being horrid to one another and such. This isn't a happy read, but it's good, touching on some sensitive topics whilst being entertaining and rather funny at the same time. The only problem I had with it is that it might have made a good series, but it's short and sweet and really quite good.
