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39 - Tears

A drop of blood fell to the floor with a small splatter, staining the hand that rest against the cold tile. Another shortly fell afterwards, the smell of iron and metal filling y/n's nose, squinting her eyes shut to try and ignore the red that ran down her cheeks. Her sense were overwhelmed with the thick substance, brushing the red tracks away with her palms and her breath hitching when she seen her hands were covered, her cheeks a dark red from smearing it. Y/n couldn't help the sob that creeped up her throat, her eyes burning with blood as more ran down her face, leaving a warm trail behind and the iron scent was becoming unbearable. It made her nauseous, unable to comprehend just how long she'd been in the bathroom, endless bloody tears dripping down her pale skin and on to the floor. Rarely does she ever cry, she tries not to. Even just half an hours worth of tears can have her unconscious on the floor from blood loss.

Miss Peregrine doesn't know about her peculiarity, not well exactly. Y/n had told her before what exactly it is, but never once did the ymbryne see it which wasn't necessarily bad since the young woman seemed happy during their time together. It only really was an issue since y/n knew she wasn't graceful when she did breakdown and she didn't want the older woman to walk in and see her like this. She tried to keep herself clean, wiping tissues against the copper red, but it only smudges it more and with how endless her weeping was, there wasn't a point to put in so much effort to stop it. To hide it.

Y/n never publicly cried in front of Alma nor the children. She looks a fright when she does and the last thing she wants to do is worry or scare any of them. It happened almost once when Claire had called her "mom" for the first time and she felt the faint sensation of tears brimming her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back before the blood could show and managed a bittersweet smile. It frightened her though to be alone when she cried as childish as it seemed, she was unsure how much time has passed and could bleed out too much if she wept for too long.

Y/n wasn't sure even how long it's been tonight.

She sat on the cold floor of Alma and hers bathroom in their shared bedroom, shedding tears quietly under her breath in the pitch darkness while the gentle breeze was heard outside. The ravenette was still fast asleep, y/n being extra mindful to not wake her when she crawled out of bed and into the safety of the bathroom where it didn't matter much when the drops of blood fell. She'd rather spend her life crying alone than staining everything the ymbryne owned.

Y/n didn't want to frighten her by the sight, the possibility of Alma being repulsed by her. As a child, her parents were disgusted with the sight and instead of offering comfort, y/n sought it out herself in the dark red stained sheets that covered her bed. She didn't know what to do here though at her new home. The woman was well aware that all peculiars are welcome, but a part of her wanted to hide hers away, the messy flaws that stained both her clothing and those who witnessed the encounter as well. Alma wasn't at all a judgemental person and she was a wonderful person in general, even more. But y/n was still frightened to see her reaction, the disgust and fear on her face when she sees her.

The younger woman shut her eyes, willing away the pain and blur of red that filled her eyes, grimacing slightly as she quickly wiped away the stains on her cheeks but to no avail. Her head began to feel heavy, her vision speckling with dark spots and flickers of color, y/n taking a deep shaky breath in to level herself out. Trying to focus on keeping herself from falling apart, she hadn't processed the faint sound of footsteps walking to the bathroom, confused as to why the door was shut when no one seemed to be on the other side. The woman on the floor was busy trying not to shed more tears, her heart jumping when she heard the click of the door knob and before she could process it, the door opened she smacked her in the back of her head.

"God damnit." Y/n groaned, looking over briefly and noticing the familiar nightgown and immediately faced away from her.

"Y/n, What are you doing in here?" Alma asks, her voice soft with a remnant of sleep laced within it. Though any traces of exhaustion immediately left when the moonlight from the window in the bedroom casted on to the floor, her eyes widening when she seen the bloody tissues that lay around the woman.