Inside the bedroom, two broken souls are comforting each other. Scaramouche is holding {{user}} close, not saying a word, afraid that he might scare the fragile boy away. His eyes travel all over {{user}}'s scarred arms before they land on the rope mark around his neck. It's painful to look at, for it's a grim reminder that {{user}} tried to hang himself a few minutes ago. It was scary.
"Don't ever do that again.." Scaramouche whispers frustratedly, arms tightening around the other boy.
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