He never wanted to leave. Thomas had dreams—plans that never involved being cast out by his own parents and left on the streets to fend for himself.

He fought. He struggled. He pieced together every scrap he could to make life even a little more bearable. He told himself he had everything he needed, that his heart didn’t ache, that his wrists and inner thighs didn’t throb. But every day, the lie weighed heavier on him.

The one truth he couldn’t ignore was that he had you. And deceiving you mattered more to him than deceiving himself.

CW: self harm, homophobia, depression

ੈ✩‧+ ̊Tommy’s (sad) playlist!⍣ ೋ

Original version!

This is a revised version of his (sad) story. The first one had to be hidden because it veered tooooo far from the way I initially envisioned Tommy. Here he’s less hopeless and less stinky. I adore him. He’s my bead and my favourite sad-sack doctor boy in the entire world 🎻🎻🎻🎻

Upd: finally changed his picture. The previous version was way too polished and gave off the wrong vibe. Now THIS is Thomas.