someone-whose-life-is-more-pathetic-than-mine

So a few days ago, I posted a small piece based on the following prompt:

“I see you jogging around my block every morning so I guess it’s my fault I accidentally left my curtains open when changing while you passed by” au

And here now is the full extended version. :D

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Dorian hated everything about his new home and yet he also didn’t. He’d chosen to run away from home. He’d known the consequences he would face both if he did and if he didn’t and he didn’t regret his choice but it was something of a come down. His family were practically nobility at home and he’d never really wanted for anything (except love… his father being proud of him… his mother not spending her life at the bottom of a bottle… and love… did he mention love… he’s always wanted that) and having to rely on just his salary now was a bit of a letdown.

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