Pj visited Chris almost everyday, always spending his money on flowers from the hospital's inbound store. He would sit next to Chris for a while, constantly repeating his words, "I don't hate you."
He held Chris' hand, eyes burning and throat sore. Then before he left he would place a kiss on Chris' cold cheek and leave. But today was different.
He brought roses in, placed them beside the countless other flowers he sat on the table, and reached for Chris' hand. He ran his fingers over Chris' palm, leading up to his wrist where his scars were. Vertical, deep, and fresh.
Pj frowned, a sad touch to his lips. He leaned over and kissed Chris' scars, "I promise I'll protect you from yourself," he says. Tears prick at his eyes and he grabs Chris' hand tightly.
And once again leaning over, he presses his lips to Chris' own.
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Bruised (Phan) [EDITING]
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] [MULTI SHIPPING] Join some immature, lovesick boys who struggle to not only to love themselves but those around them. A heart wrenching story revolving around some anorexics, some bulimics, and a purger, all of whom thrive to be the skin...
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