I leaned in and kissed him, then his arm, then placed the blade on it.
Pressing down slightly, I could see his skin splitting. Pull the blade back the smallest bit I could see blood start to become oxygenated and drip red.
Though, I couldn't deny the immense relive of tension I felt, I also couldn't deny the immense amount of guilt I felt.
I'm his boyfriend. I shouldn't be hurting him like this. I should be caring for him, tending to his wounds.
After seeing the small amount if blood pool, I grabbed some tissue and pressed it on his wound, wrapping another piece around his arm to hold it in place.
He picked my head up and, wiped away a few tears I let slip. He then placed my head in the crook of his neck.
"It's okay."
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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.
