today a boy had confessed his love to you with a letter, you rejected him politely and went on about your day. you started to realize that every person thats confessed to you had disappeared, you sighed and sat down to eat your lunch. “Oh theres something on your cheek, love” The familiar voice came from Scara who sat next to you, he brushed his thumb over your lips, blood. You taste blood. You look down to his hand to see that boys glasses broken into his flesh “Don’t mind that” he smiles