The Bulimic Boy and Suicidal Kid

Blood & Love

I forgot to mention that this is a very gay story. I tend to write gayness and I like it. But if you don't, don't read. That simple.

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Aiden sat beside me, crying. It was quiet at first. Then he started shaking with the intensity of his sobbing. I wasn't able to tell him it would be ok nor comfort him with sweet little words of encouragement because I knew it wouldn't matter. I felt worthless sitting next to my friend, unable to cheer him up. I put my hand around his shoulder and rubbed his back. He tried to shrug me off but I wrapped both arms around the small, bulimic boy. He raised his arms and his hands found their way to my sides. He hugged me back. I ignored the slightly throbbing and searing pain in my sides as the frail boy carefully hugged me. I had relapsed, cutting again. My white shirt was stained red. My own blood had dyed the shirt its red colour. It smelled of rust and copper from blood. My sides bled as well as my thighs and wrist, but we both ignored the blood. We ignored the fact that I fucked up by cutting.
"Prim?" He said. I nodded.
"I think you may be my closest friend." I smiled at his statement and said, "Thank you, so much Aiden."
"I mean it. You have been by my side since that day." My mind wandered to the day we met. I was being harassed by bullies, running through the halls of school then bolting outside. I ran until I tripped over him. I hadn't noticed the small boy laying on the ground. I apologized but he wouldn't--
"Prim?" Aiden said, pulling me out of the world of memories and back to cruel reality.
"Sorry; I got distracted. Did you say something?"
"Its okay, it happens to the best of us." He smiled at me. His eyes still held pain but now they housed friendship and adoration as well.
"I really like your eyes, Aiden." He blushed slightly and looked at me, eyes wide open. His eyes were a gorgeous colour blue that stuck out from his raven black hair. My eyes, on the other hand, were a grey blue colour that clashed with my bleached blonde hair.
"Wanna trade?" He asked, laughing. I laughed too. He was grinning with his eyes closed. I got closer to him then gently kissed his soft lips.
"Prim.." Aiden wimpered after I backed up.
"I-I'm sorry Aiden.. I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry.." Aiden held my cheek with his hand. The other hand found its way to the nape of my neck. I was pulled into another kiss, this one hotter and more frantic.
"Prim, I love you."
"Aiden," I never imagined he would share my affections, "I love you too."
"Prim?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to be my boyfriend?" I blushed and nodded.
"Yes. Yes Aiden. Yes."
"Come home with me so I can tend to your cuts."
"A-alright."
"Please try not to cut anymore.." Aiden mumbled. I nodded slightly.
"I can't promise--"
"I never said anything about a promise. I said try. I know how hard it is to keep promises." I hugged him; the blood on my shirt cool against my skin.
"I love you."