𝐛 𝐫 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐧 || 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

TW || panic attack, blood, knives

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His hands slowly went to the back of his head, starting to unbuckle the strap.

Why was he opening up so easily? 

He questioned his decision, resting his hands on the latch that would unleash everything, no matter if he denied or lied about his story, everything would come out. That was one of his worst fears, if not the worst, and only fear he had at that moment. 

But there was an unfamiliar sense of peace in his heart when he was with her, he felt he could tell her everything, and things would get better. Was this just some random feeling or would it hold true?

What will she think of me?  

How will she take all of this? 

Those were the only questions that ran through his mind at that moment.

All Y/n could do was stare at a loss for words. She watched as his hands paused at the strap on his head.

Was he finally going to take it off? 

What made him change his mind?

A small click resounded from the mask, it was free now, he could remove it. 

Clay's hands quickly moved from the straps to the front of the mask. He gulped down every single nerve in him and started moving his hand outwards to take off the mask, making sure he was looking downwards the entire time, trying to avoid any regrets. 

He felt absolutely disgusting, ashamed to show his face. 

The mask finally dropped seemingly almost in slow motion to his lap.

She looked at him but only saw wavy dirty blonde hair covering his lowered face from view. 

The silence that followed stretched for what felt like an eternity.

Just look up Clay, come on.

It's already off anyways.

He felt a hand find its way to his own, wrapping around it. Another found a way to his chin, the touch warming.

"Hey," Her comforting voice whispered, "Whatever you're thinking, no. Just know that it won't happen."

The hand on his chin slowly lifted his face upwards, his eyes still maintaining eye contact with the ground. 

A sympathetic thin smile formed on her face as she saw his face. The moonlight showed every detail, almost accentuating the scars even more. She thought it was beautiful. 

"Clay, look at me," 

That's all that was left. Every single feeling of pain would be seen through his eyes, everything would be out. 

His eyes finally looked at her. The inaudible conversation they had with this eye contact said everything. 

A pair of enchanting green eyes landed on hers, a pair of eyes that told a story. She saw everything. All the pain, the sorrow, the grief, the loss, the brokenness. 

Without another word, she got on her knees, inched closer to him, and wrapped him in a warm embrace. 

Serene peace. 

His heart felt at peace with her. 

That was all he felt at that moment, the emotion completely flooding his heart.