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Paultryk x2

Patryk looked at himself in the mirror. He took it all in slowly, the bags under his eyes, the tears on his cheek, the little scab an his lip. He brought his hands up to his face and touched his small cheeks.

"I shouldn't."

He said to no one.

"But I must."

His hands left his face and went down to his pockets, digging for something. He finally grasped it with his left hand. He pulled it out.

A razor blade.

He took a deep breath, holding the blade just above his right wrist. His left hand shook slightly. Suddenly he swiftly sliced the blade against his own skin, once, twice, three times. His arm was a pool of his own blood. Looking at the cuts with his deep brown eyes, he put the razor down. He put the wrist under the tap, washing away the thick curdles of his blood. He grabbed the gauze sitting on his counter, and wrapped it around his wrist. He sighed, he meant to do his other wrist, and just lay without cleaning it up, but he didn't have the courage. He took the step out of his bathroom, into the room he slept in. He lay down for a nights rest.

Paul, on the other hand, was walking briskly to Patryk's room. Why? To cuddle with his crush while he slept.

Paul was creepy.

He smiled, thinking of all the warm and happy nights he had done this.

Paul was creepy.

He opened the door slightly to see Pat asleep. He stared at his face, enjoying the way his lips curved.

Paul WAS CREEPY!

He slipped in silently, crawling into bed slowly, as not to wake Pat. He noticed something, off, he had dried tears on his face, and his right hand was held awkwardly.

How did he know that the hand was awkward? He spent so many nights watching Pat.

PAUL WAS FUCKING CREEPY!

He grabbed the wrist carefully, pulling up the sleeve. A gauze, with a red stain.

Pat had been cutting himself.

And Paul began to cry.

Tears, mainly big ones, dropped off of his face, landing on the bed next to Pat.
He began to shake, silently sobbing. He closed his eyes, trying not to wake the sleeping beauty.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around him. He knew who it was. He nuzzled his face into Pat's soft hair.

"P-p-patty.. why?"

"....."

"Pat?"

"I-I knew.. that some day, you'd find out... you'd hate me..."

"Patty I would never hate you!"

"Really?"

"Of course! I love y-"

Paul realized what he was saying. Pat pulled away, staring into Paul's remaining eye.

"I love you too."

The kiss was small and sweet.