TW: Mention of SH
I wake up, the light shining in my face. "Mmm-" I sit up, noticing Conan isn't next to me. I see him sitting across the room on the floor. I stare at him for a minute, confused. He's just looking at me, sadness in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me-" he whispers. I don't understand what he's talking about. I feel my face get hot, not in a good way. It hits me. No...he couldn't have any idea.
"Cone-" I try to speak but there's a lump in my throat. "Why?" he questions, looking at me with sad eyes. "Why would you do this...is it me?" he looks down at the floor, his face serious. Although his face may be serious, his eyes are filled with sadness. "N-no Cone..no it's not your fault-" I can still feel the lump in my throat, words hard to form.
He looks back up at me, and that's when I glance behind him. I see the razor blade on the floor next to the towel. He had seen them...he had known. "Can I see?" He looks into my eyes, staring at me. He walks over quietly, sitting down on the bed in front of me. He carefully grabs my right arm and pulls up my sleeve. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even make a sound. His eyes turn numb, his face filled with no emotion. He stares at my arm, holding it in his hand.
I feel the tears as they fall down my cheeks. I can't hold them back, there's no use in trying. I feel my cheeks hot with the streaks from the tears, sniffling my nose as they fall. He looks up at me, then pulls the sleeve back down. He holds my hands for a minute, letting me cry.
I feel his arms curling around me as he cradles me in them, holding me close to him while I cry. "Cone...I'm gonna get your shirt wet!" I say through the tears, my voice breaking. "That's okay, I like my shirt soggy" He pulls me in tight to him, then places a kiss on my forehead. "We need to talk about this" he says after a few minutes, looking down at me. I look up at him, finally calmed down. "I-" I stop, feeling the tears coming back. "You don't have to tell me why, I just...promise me you'll tell me? That you won't do anything until you talk to me?" I look down at my hands, unsure I can promise him.
"Please?" he whispers, his eyes full of sadness. "Okay" I say. He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, looking back at me. "I truly love you" he holds me close to him, playing with my hair. "I love you too Cone" I say. He kisses my lips, leaving an electric sensation on them. After this, we move on from the subject, getting ready for the day.
