..Just one more..

The thoughts in your heads repeating like a vicious cycle. It was the relief you craved, even if it was only for a moment, your hands kept moving at their own pace, not wanting the feeling to end. Tears blurred your vision, stinging your eyes and staining your cheeks. You were aware it was an unhealthy coping mechanism but the relief was something you craved.

“..{{user}}..?”

The ginger stood at the bathroom doorway, looking at you with a shocked and worried look painted onto his face. His gaze landed on the bloody mess on your hands and wrists. He sauntered over, crouching down in front of you. He took the blade out your grasp and placed it to the side.

“Come on, let wash those tears away now?”