{A NicePrincess Fanfiction} A Love That Couldnt Last

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(Play the song while you read the chapter.)

(WARNING: Self Harm-Depression)

Oswald lay in his bed, tears streaming his face. He clutched Ortensia's favorite pillow tightly, muttering her name. Muttering sweet sorry's that he knew she would never hear. Nice stayed silent, looking at him. On the floor were what she would never want to see anywhere. . .

Blood stained blades.

Some of them blood was fresh, a few drops on the floor. Nice walked over to Oswald, hesitating for a moment before laying down next to him, hugging him from behind.

"Shh... It's okay...

She's okay. "

Hearing Nicey behind him calmed him a little, but soon he had a tight grip on her shirt, hugging her close. She whispered quietly, as if trying to soothe a child. She caught a glimpse of the cuts and scars hidden on the underside of Oswald arms. There were to many to count, some new ones overlapping others that had healed.
Oswald noticed her looking at them as she held him, and tried to hide them, covering the open wounds his his hands. Nicey looked at him with a sympathetic look, mixed with worry. She held her hands out, signalling she wanted to see them. Oswald shook his head.

"I don't want you to see them... They just point out how pathetic I am. "

"No the don't... All they mean is that you were strong for to long. Everyone has there limits. You are no exception."

Tears built up in Ozzy's eyes. His grip on his self inflicted wounds loosened. He slowly held it out for Nicey to look at, his eyes averting any other direction out of shame.
As soon as Nicey got a good look at them, she took note on how many there were and how deep the cuts were. They were deep, but not enough to be fatal. There were somewhere around 12 and 15. Writing down a mental note, she pulled on his arm, forcing him closer. She held him close, keeping his chin on her shoulder. His arms stayed at his sides now.

"... Ortensia wouldn't have wanted you to do this to yourself, who's to say you doing it now is okay? . . . Please, promise me you won't do this to yourself again... "

Oswald eyes widened in shock. He didn't think she'd care, they had only just met a few days ago. He hadn't noticed he'd been crying again. But when he did, he put his forehead on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her, gripping her shirt.

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They stayed like that for nearly an hour. Oswalds tears didn't stop until a few minutes later, and by then, he was tired from blood loss and crying. Mickey had come in to check on them, seeing Oswalds condition. He didn't say much, but that Nice could stay if she wanted, and that dinner was ready. Nicey nodded at him, mouthing a quick thank you. He turned, and closed the door. Oswald soon fell asleep in Nicey's arms. Nicey giggled a little as he snored softly. She layed him on the pillow, and walked out of the room. She walked around, finding the bathroom and a first aid kit. Walking back into Oswalds room with it, she found him crying in his sleep.

'He can't get a break, can he? '

She wrapped his arms in bandages, and lied down next to him yet again. Her presence alone seemed to calm him. Soon his tears stopped, and he turned over his arm draping across her small figure. She blushed, but soon her arms found there own way, wrapping themselves around his waist, before she finally fell sleep next to him.