broken hearts

reconcile?

A/N: this is so bad. to be honest i lost my motivation with this and don't really know what else to write. so im going to let you make this choice. and if you don't ill pick!!
-MENTIONS OF SH-
do you want a happy or a sad ending??

as reece got ready he looked in the mirror. he couldn't even recognise himself in the reflection. he looked like a mess. and he had eye bags not even a lifetime of sleep could cover.

autumn had messaged reece asking to hangout. she had been checking up on reece more often lately as she knew how much this breakup had affected him. and yes it probably affected marjorie to but i think reece was affected more than her.

as reece walked towards the park he saw autumn sitting at an bench under a tree in the distance. she waved at him and gestured for him to come.

as he sat down next to the bench autumn grabbed out an coffee and a croissant for each of them as it was their favourite snack growing up.

"thanks little sis." he said as he began to eat the ends of the croissant.

autumn started to talk to him. about anything actually, hobbies they still enjoyed from when they were younger,foods they liked, any plans for pets in the future, as autumn was certainly that reece should get a dog. especially a golden retriever. it really suited him.

after an while autumns croissant was nearly finished, she looked over at reece's to see that he had only nibbled the corners off.

"reece. you need to eat." autumn said sternly.

"I had breakfast already." which was clearly a lie. as he finished his stomach rumbled to which they laughed before autumn looked at him seriously.

"you have to eat. and don't think you can lie to me. nothing gets past me." she said with a small chuckle.

they decided to end the meet up there as they had things to do.

he immediately went into his wardrobe, where he found his small box, it used to be one of marjorie's old pandora boxes but he had found an new purpose for it. he reached out for one of the many blades inside.

he felt an instant relief over his body when the blade cut through the skin, letting the blood drip from his arm onto his trousers.

when he was finished he put the box away. he stared at his arm letting the realisation sink in on what he had done. he had promised aut not to do it again but here he was sitting on his bathroom floor. blood dripping down his arm and onto the tiled floor.

why had he done this? that's it he had enough. he was going to go attempt to reconcile with marjorie tomorrow.