With the teacups empty and washed, Cerise allows Will to leave and go upstairs to clean himself up, "this is going to be a long week." She smiles, and then, turning around the hits her head on something, or rather someone.
From a distance, Cerise didn't really realise the height difference between herself and Will, and, even after spending all afternoon by his side, it hadn't really occurred to her to take much notice of it either. However, when she opens her eyes again to see what she hit her head on, she sees that it is, in fact, Will's shoulder, "how do you walk so quietly?" Cerise asks, "I couldn't hear you at all, it was almost haunting." To which, Will simply smiles and dusts off the side of his shirt, revealing his palms, which seem to have fingernail indents in them and small, red, crescent shaped cuts line the insides of his wrists, "what happened here?" She inquires, suddenly grasping for his hand, "Will, what's this? Did you-" but is cut off by him, "please leave it alone, it's fine, thank you."
"Seriously, now is not the time." Cerise plucks a small, white cloth from the side, and holding out Will's hand, begins to wipe off the dried blood from his wrists, "what are we going to do with you? If you don't start being more careful, I'm going to need to chaperone you around the house, and I don't think either of us want that."
And at that they both giggle.
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Soulless
Romancejust a classic story of a boy and a girl who were too young, and maybe for once, they don't need to be together. *republished for old times sake*
