Polluted Hearts story © Gosangoku
All characters and this entire story belong solely to Gosangoku.

Warnings: This story contains homosexual relationships, violence, foul language and possibly scenes for the more mature audience all-in-all.

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Chapter one: Ignorance is Bliss (Prologue)

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Panting and moaning.

The bed creaking.

Screams of pain and ecstasy.

I covered my ears as these disgusting sounds entered my closet. As always, I only hope that it will be over soon. It terrifies me, and it repulses me. I don’t understand it very well, but I know enough to understand that it isn’t right.

I’m despicable. I say that all of it isn’t right, but I’m not exactly a saint either. Whoever he does that to, I avoid. It’s not like I’m obliged to talk to them anyway – they’re just other kids at the same orphanage.

In spite of that, I feel disgusted with myself. I felt disgusted with myself for ignoring the people who needed my friendship and comfort, for ignoring what was happening, and for not doing anything. I hate people like myself. People who know what’s happening, people who can try to stop it but don’t in favour of their own safety and because their pathetic fears and discriminations hold them back.

Any friends I actually had slowly drifted away from me, realising how heartless and despicable I am. I was poignant when they left me, and desperate. In spite of how much I wanted them to remain my friends, I understood.

I understood that no one could love someone who doesn’t have a heart.

No one could ever love someone like me.