"Stop, this is self destructive." His voice sounded tired, like he had played through this conversation at least twelve times.
"I know." He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you?" I bit my lip tautly, a slight dip of my head indicating I did in fact, know. Or at least, sort of knew.
"Kinda," I mumbled. He huffed in exasperation.
"Then why are you doing it?" I whirled around, eyes filling with tears, mouth curled in a snarl. The ultimate paradox.
"Because," I took a breath to steady myself, "I want everything around me to hurt as badly as I do right now! I want them to know the type of pain I'm going through! I want them to know I'm hurting and I want them to see the pain I'm dealing with! I don't want to be the only one who has to hear this monster telling me to destroy myself. I want them to see the courage it takes to live with this because I wasn't given another choice." He looked at me, eyes unreadable. I glared at him through my tears.
"I know," he whispered as he took me into his arms, "I know."
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Sorry for yet another angsty plot haha, and as always genders may be reversed.
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