Attempt after attempt, it was something you weren’t unfamiliar with. You were used to it yet despite that, you cared for him and you would never treat him any indifferently.

Messaging you at two o’clock in the morning, you knew this one wasn’t the same as the previous ones. You hurriedly drove to his apartment, finding him soaked with his own blood, bandages scattered across the floor along with crimson red liquid. Blood caked his arms as wounds were planted on his skin.

“Oh, {{user}}..”