Twisted Reflections of a

Jimmy scrambled forward, on hands and knees, reaching desperately for Martyn, too shocked to say anything, even as the man who stole his heart and life disappeared into the undergrowth and behind the trees.His jaw was hanging open, tears filling his eyes, and he felt something sticky on his lip. When he licked it away, it tasted like iron- the bit of blood from Martyn’s wound the only thing he had left of the kiss.And as the tears spilled over, he slammed his fist into the ground, sinking down into the grass, and let out a scream.Or, for once, the grass is greener on this side of the fence. There will be no more looking back. Teen for slight violence.