RayRay131414 and @ZombiTeddi tried some shiz that didn't work. Oops.
Cera created a tiny flame on her fingertip, and narrowed it So it was like a laser. She cut a circle in the door and blew out any embers, stuck her hand through and opened the door from the inside.
"Shift, please. Lumi would want you to be strong, you know that. She's not dead, but she will be if you just sit in here and feel sorry for yourself!"-
Shift froze.
He had taken his hoodie off, revealing that he never wore a shirt under it. Yet that wasn't the important part.
With no hoodie, several burn marks from a few days ago, scars fuckin' everywhere, bruises here and there, open cuts and even a bleeding bite mark from just now were clearly noticeable. Not to mention his unsusual skinny-ness. And that was just his upper half. Shift never wore shorts.
"I'm not feeling sorry for myself," he hissed quietly. "I'm helping her."
Ladies and gentlemen, Shift.
He's a shy, depressed, self harming cinnamon roll.
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