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josh

the next day simon came to the library.

he ran to where i was stood by the shelves, sorting books, and pulled me into a comfortable embrace.

''i'm sorry'' he whispered, light sobs escaping his chapped lips.

i asked him why he was sorry.

he pulled out of our embrace and rolled up the sleeves of his jumper, revealing the fresh red marks on his wrists.

i didn't respond. instead, i wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tight as i swayed us side to side.

i want to make him happy.

a/n: ty for 150 reads! :)

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