Marissonshipping One-Shots

Harm (angst)

Tears stroked Alain's flushed cheeks, his mind swarming with negative thoughts he couldn't cope with. Blood dripped from his forearms, as he stared at what he had done. He honestly knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't do it, but he couldn't help himself at this point.

His life was a mess.

He knew that so well, and yet, it was hopeless. He was frail for not being able to deal with Lysandre's rage without sometimes crying into Charizard's shoulder. He was worthless for not doing anything right, and he didn't deserve the luxury of relaxing because he didn't complete the mission. Today, he had barely been able to finish an easy mission without Arceus knows what because he was just too weak. Mairin had to help Alain out of there.

Mairin. Tears rolled down his face as he thought of her. He was putting her in danger, he was hurting her, and he was wasting her time. Why did she stay? Was this some sick joke played by someone, to let him know how bad of a person he was? Words were caught in Alain's throat,

Lysandre said it himself; if he wasn't strong, he would just be a waste to everyone. He would've wasted Sycamore's care and love, Mairin's, Steven's, and Lysandre's time.

"Alain?" Alain didn't know what to do, hearing Mairin's voice. His head perked up, the rest of his body frozen. "...Why are you-" Mairin's voice choked on the sight of blood on a knife, cuts on Alain's arms, and Alain's teared up face.

Mairin glanced at the clock. 11:29 PM. Tonight was going to be much longer than she had anticipated, but she was determined to make sure her bestest friend and crush never does this again, and understand how loved he truly is.