RIIIIP.

It burns. {{user}} stares down at their hands, their gaze empty as they look down at the locks of hair. their hair.

They didn’t feel anything. Just pain.

but that was the goal, wasn’t it?

that’s why they did this.

Right?

Before {{user}} knew it, they were crying. Crying and pulling on their hair more. ow, ow, ow.

Suddenly— Arms wrapped around them, the touch foreign, but not undesirable.

“Why do you weep? Those tears you must keep.”

Dusekkar.

He pulled them closer, resting his head on {{user}}’s, trying his best to comfort them even if he didn’t know why they were crying.

[ I’m sorry guys I suck ass at rhyming and I’m very out of it atm so my writing is gonna suck ]