If you were to kiss each of my scars it would take you week's upon weeks, your lips would become parched and cracked like the scabs upon my wrists but you would not give up, instead moisten your lips and continue to press them gently against my past.
Cry' fingers flitted over the messy scribble in his journal. He smiled lightly, he remembered when he'd written that. He heard a feeble yawn and looked behind him to see his beloved blonde rolling over in their shared bed. Cry grinned before recalling the story.
It was late in June, a hot day indeed in the sunny state of Florida where Cry was born and raised. On this particular day the indivual found himself on the cold tiles of his bathroom floor. He wasn't quite sure how he got there or when the tears started streaming down his face or at what time he'd given in and drawn The blade across his already marred wrists. It had become a normal thing for him. But the thing was Cry wasn't sure why he was sad. Maybe the emptiness of his apartment or the distance of the swede that he loved. He winced thinking of Pewds and quickly banished the thought. Felix was straight and would never ever love Cry. Even if he were gay. Another warm tear splashed down his prominent cheek bones. Cry wasn't sure if he could get up if he wanted too, the dried blood and tears had probably cemented his limp body to the floor. He fully thought about changing his shirt, it was covered in blood, sweat and tears. Cry would've laughed if he had the energy to. He was practically laying spreadeagle in a depressing metaphor. He was tugged from his thoughts at the sound of his door opening. Strange, he hadn't invited anyone over. Maybe the postman couldn't find his mailslot again and was leaving something on the table?
"Cry? Are you home?" No it couldn't be was that- "It's me Felix, remember I told you I was coming this week?" Shit Cry hadn't checked his Skype in a while but he remembered a while back talking with the blonde about meeting up. Unsure of what to do, somehow he thought it was a good idea to stay where he was, suctioned to the floor by his own heat and blood. He heard the clomping of footsteps. The hair on his neck bristled He's getting closer. It took every piece of willpower to not move. The footsteps ceased outside the door.
"Cry? Are you in here?" The door creaked open slightly and light spilled into the room narrowly, so sudden and bright the man on the floor yelped. "Cry?!" Shit! He panicked, but there was no where to run, nothing to do. "O-Oh my god C-Cry!" Felix gasped as he took in the sight before him. It was also that moment Cry realized he wasn't wearing his mask. He let out a gross sob, covering his face.
"D-Don't look at me. J-Just leave, like e-everyone else." He hiccuped. Cry felt a hand on his arm and sucked in a breath. The blonde lowered his arm from his face and Cry could see the tears welling in his beautiful blue eyes.
"You're perfect." he whispered. Cry looked down and sucked in a breath, Felix was holding onto his wrists, blood flowing over his fingers, turning the delicate white skin a searing red.
"Y-You're hands Felix." The blonde shook his head sadly, tears flowing down his unshaven cheeks.
"It doesn't matter Cry. Wh-hy did you do this?" His voice cracked while he was asking.
"I- I don't belong. I'm hideous and disgusting and no one could ever love an ugly fag like me. I'm gay! I-I finally brought up the courage to come out to my mom and now." He trailed off, looking down at the blood pooling on the floor. "I can't go back, she said I'm not her son. Don't you see Felix?! Nothing matters, I am nothing!" Somehow he ended up shouting. Suprisingly Felix's face remained stoic, sad, but stoic. Cry was shaking, tears rushing faster.
"Cry. You're my everything." The bloody man sucked in a breath, his eyes widening. And with that the blonde leaned forward, closing the gap between there lips.
"I'll love you forever Ryan, I'll kiss the scars, chase away the nightmares, hug away the tears. When you're feeling like you are nothing I'll buy you liliacs and hold your hand. When you want to give up I'll bring you strawberry icecream and lie on a grassy hill with you for hours pointing out constellations like we're kids again. Whenever you think you're not fit for this life, I'll show you you're the purest gem, I'll shower you in kisses, fight a million wars just to be by your side. I'll go broken and hungry, foolish and scared. I could come limping from the streets with nothing but the clothes on my back and would hold you through the night 'till you were you again." The tears dripped down Cry's face as Felix finished, but they were happy tears, the happiest of tears and most gracious of sobs.
"Felix, I love you, oh god, I love you." He wrapped his arms around the precious Swede.
"I love you too Cry. More than anything." He murmured
A/N: Well that was a thing. A very poetic thing. Yah. Hope you enjoyed!!!' Bye!
