(OLD-BEING REMADE)Dussic

.•* "I Promise" *•.

"What?!" Classic yelled, pulling up the covers.
"Show. Me. Your. Arms." Dust said firmly.
"Why?" Classic asked, with a shaky voice.
"You know why! Now show me your fucking arms!" Dust hissed, heavy emotions starting to build up in his soul. Classic flinched, tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes.
"Classic show me your arms now! Before I make you!" Dust hissed again.
Classic stayed where he was, unmoving. Dust growled and tore the sheets off of Classic to find him in his plain white shirt, dust and spots of blood all over it. Dust, in a panic, grabbed one of Classic's arms and quickly examined it. He quickly picked out the skeleton's old scars from when he cut from stress of being who Fell. Now there were new cuts, new scars. Dust stared, his eyes becoming empty. As he began to process what he was seeing, his grip loosened and Classic pulled his arm away, sitting up right.

"...I'm sorry..." Classic began to sob and hug himself for comfort, "I d-didn't want you to worry! I didn't want you to see this! I-I-"
"How long." Dust asked stiffly.
"...excuse..?" Classic asked shakily.
"How long have you been doing this?" Dust repeated, with more detail.
"...three weeks..." Classic gulped.
Dust remained silent for a bit...then finally spoke, "Why? Why are you cutting? Is it because of me? Am I not trying hard enough! Am I not loving you the way I want to? Am I hurting you! What am I doing wrong! Please tell me why! It's because of me! I know it! But why? Please tell me! What can I do better!"
Classic stares at Dust as he began to breakdown, this wasn't what he wanted. He never wanted this to happen, he never wanted to cut again.!..but he did.
"No! It's not you! It's me! I'm not good enough! I'm not good enough for anyone! I'm useless! A waste of space! Someone who others pity! Someone everyone hates! I'm weak!" Classic protested, reaching out his hand towards Dust.
"No! Don't ever fucking say that! Never! Ever say that again! You are good enough! You are priceless! You are someone to know! Learn! And care about! And you're stronger than this! You put up with that bastard Fell for two years!" Dust yelled, grabbing Classic's hand, staring him dead in the eyes.
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Silence filled the room.
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It was broken by Classic softly laughing, still crying.
"We're both a fucking mess aren't we..?"
Dust smiled a bit, still crying as well, "I-I guess so..." he laughed. Dust pulled Classic into a tight hug,
"But please....promise me that you're are never going to do that again....EVER."

"...I promise..."