"What? No."
A single tear had now fallen from his eye.
"Please. I don't want you to hold back yourself from me. Every time you get an urge,...cut me. I don't care, just..."
Him letting me do this, was stupid. Why would he let me purposely hurt him?
Because he loves you.
God, I love him so much. He was willing to do this, for me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized, this wasn't helping my now growing urge.
I really didn't want to hurt him. But the urge...
Gripping the blade a bit more securely, I hesitantly pulled his forearm towards me.
"As soon as you feel any type of pain, please, tell me."
He nodded.
God, I love him.
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Murder You
Romance"Sometimes, I get these urges." "To do what?" "Murder you." …Or the one where a boy feels the need to murder his boyfriend.
