𝙎𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣♥ ⁽ᴴᵀᶠ. ⱽᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ˣ ᶠ. ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⁾

𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝙄 𝙥𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 [𝙉] 𝙬𝙞𝙬𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙬𝙨,,,,, 𝙥𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚😩🥺👉👈❤❤🖤💞💓💗💖

𝘼𝙇𝙎𝙊 𝙃𝙎𝘽𝙆𝙅𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙁𝙎𝙆𝙂 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘼 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙁𝙄𝘾 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 "𝙃𝙚𝙔😳𝙬𝙃𝙖𝙏🤪𝙞𝙁🥴𝙬𝙀🤩𝙝𝘼𝙙😉𝙃𝙏𝙁😲𝙘𝙃𝙖𝙍𝙖𝘾𝙩𝙀𝙧𝙎 😵𝙖𝙎 🤡𝙨𝙐𝙜𝘼𝙧 🥵𝘿𝙖𝘿𝙙𝙄𝙚𝙎🙈" 𝙉𝙅𝙈𝙆𝙅𝙉𝙆 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀

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"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ"

He didn't even know why he was crying, but everytime something bad happened he just couldn't stop the tears. He felt cruel, evil, memories that he wished he could just forget lingering in his mind for too long like an unwelcome guest. Flashbacks of war taking over the memory of his entire life like thorny, bleeding roses. Oddly enough, memories of war are the only thing that is still with him, he can barely remember anything before the war, before going to the military. Even the faces of his parents are blurred, he's not sure how many siblings he's had, if he was the youngest or oldest or somewhere in between. His brain is a messy patchwork of memories, putting together whatever bits and pieces of his past it can find.

The silence was loud. Too loud. It didn't feel safe anymore, he wanted it to stop, the mint painted walls stared. They stared in judgement, every picture in his house, everything he owned was dedicated to the one part of his life he desperately wanted to forget, one that made him dangerous and vicious, like a snarling feral animal, like a weapon.

No, no. Shut up. He was okay, he'll get better. He'll get help, one day.

Then why did your eyes look scared when you first approached him? Why did you look like you were always ready to run whenever you saw him? Why did you not trust him with anything? It was Fliqpy, wasn't it? You were scared of him. And here he is, with a pathetic crush on you. It's stupid how fast he falls in love, he can barely stop himself even after its been proved, time and time again, how he shouldn't be trying to have relationship, he needed help, actual help, not love. But he still, just, couldn't, stop.

His tears ceased. The silence was no longer unbearable, it was simply, silent. The walls didn't seem to stare at his every minute flaw, no, they simply felt like walls again. Nothing was overwhelming anymore. Everything was back to normal.

He wiped his eyes and stopped as he realized the tangent he'd been going on, he was better than this. He knew he was good, he knew it wasn't directly his fault, he could get over it. He gave himself a little pep talk, his reflection seemingly urging him on to continue living normally, well, as normal as this whole thing could get. He could do this, he'll get help.

His phone buzzed, the notification sound jarringly loud in the silence of the bathroom, the noise effectively startling him and snapping him away from a staring contest with his reflection, it was Splendid. What did he want?

Oh, it was something about you. Splendid wanted him to come over so they could take care of you while you were injured with lacerations on both of your thighs. His nose scrunched up in a mixture of disgust, anger and sadness. Wasn't it dangerous to have him near you, who is already injured pretty badly, and also the fact that you probably hated him? Well, yea, that's obvious, but still, the offer was tempting.