if youre easily triggered, don't read this chapter.
Noels room was painted a dull, rose-like red colour, words written in what looked like french in the spaces it chipped off the wall.
He was sat on his bed, mischa infront of him, kneeling down carefully, holding a bandage to his wrist. His knee was pressed to the floor in a steady-ish manner, holding him up whilst he stared at the other boy.
Noel just avoided eye contact.
he looked down, ashamed.
just pathetic. Obviously he'd do it again.
1 week
2 days
6 hours
14 minutes.
his longest streak for a while.
completely and utterly gone.
"im sorry.."
"noel, there is no reason to be sorry."
"there is... i did it again. I promised myself i wouldn't do it again.. i promised mischa.."
"noel, its okay..."
"but its not though, is it? don't just lie to me.. its not okay. its not gonna be okay. i just.. i might aswell just fucking die at this point."
mischa looked down in horror, feeling a cold tear drip slowly down his cheek as he wiped it away with the side of his finger.
"please don't.."
"no. you can't fucking stop me, can you? i could just slit my wrists and theres nothing you could do."
"would you do that?"
"...."
"noel."
"why shouldn't i? Its not like anyone loves me!! I mean im stuck having a crush on 2 dudes who don't like me, im constantly tired and stressed from school and work, i look like a mess, im fucking stupid and theres nothing i can do about it apart from die!"
Mischa looked at him, hurt and pain in his eyes as they stares into Noels.
He picked up his wrist, placing it carefully on his lap, rolling up noels sleeve. Noel panicked, rolling it down, but mischa shot a look at him to which noel succumbed too, looking away from his scar-covered arms.
they were all so unique;
each scar held its own story.
its own memory.
a memory noel would rather forget.
Mischa looked down, moving his head down and placing a gentle kiss on a single, fresh cut. Noel winces, and Mischa shot back up.
"sorry.." he looked down ashamed as mischa simply continued, carefully tracing his fingers over faded scars and placing a careful kiss on them.
maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
maybe he can be loved.
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Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)
Humorthey're online besties, noone knows eachother. Mischa gets added by constance and from there who knows what happens.. cover by me :)
