"I want you to be safe. It's not about me feeling better." He squeezes her fingers and sighs, "I want you to be happy, not...not..." hurt.
Sleep. Yes. Sleep will be ok. Sleep will be good and he nods, wrapping his arms around her for a moment before taking her hand back to their room - or what passes for it and he dreams.
He dreams about desperation.
He dreams about Skye.
You should have run faster. she says, while his chest clenches and his stomach turns over, You should have run faster. You should have but didn't. Because you're a monster. You deserve this. This pain
He slits his wrists, one long smooth line down the center and waits, waits for the blood to leak out.
You should have run faster.
"I loved you." The words are whispered, moaned, as the scars on his wrist open. They open slow, bleed slow, like a dead love, like a man with a broken heart.
TW: suicide mention
Sleep. Yes. Sleep will be ok. Sleep will be good and he nods, wrapping his arms around her for a moment before taking her hand back to their room - or what passes for it and he dreams.
He dreams about desperation.
He dreams about Skye.
You should have run faster. she says, while his chest clenches and his stomach turns over, You should have run faster. You should have but didn't. Because you're a monster. You deserve this. This pain
He slits his wrists, one long smooth line down the center and waits, waits for the blood to leak out.
You should have run faster.
"I loved you." The words are whispered, moaned, as the scars on his wrist open. They open slow, bleed slow, like a dead love, like a man with a broken heart.
"I loved you. Why did you leave me?"