Drew
"Drew, can you tell me what happened to your wrists?" My therapist asked me carefully.
"I cut it," I muttered, looking down at the various bracelets strewn along my forearms.
"Them," he corrected me, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. He probably thinks I'm crazy. They all think so.
"I told you, I never touched my right one," I said, visibly upset that he hadn't listened to a word I'd said.
"Drew-," he began but I cut him off.
"It was my soul mate," I said, looking him straight in the eye. After that, I got up and left. We never had another session together.
Levi
"Mom, I don't need help," I sighed. She was threatening to send me off to a rehab center. Again.
"Levi, they're getting deeper," she said, taking my left wrist in her hand, examining the various cuts I knew I didn't make.
"Those ones aren't mine," I pleaded but I knew she thought I was lying to her. She always thinks I am.
"Then whose are they?" She asked, one hand now on her hip as she leaned against the kitchen counter.
"They're my soul mate's," I said sadly. I ran up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me. She never asked about that wrist again.
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Soul Mates (Drevi)
FanfictionSoul mate (n.): a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. Drew cuts his left wrist, and Levi cuts his right. We all have scars. Some of them are our own, and others we hold for someone else. Trigger warning: This stor...
