Trigger warning: self-harm
Y/N's pov
I was walking down the stairs when I realized I didn't see Ry in the bed when I left. I quickly run back upstairs and look around.
I notice a spark of light coming from the bathroom.
I knock. No answer.
R..Ryro? - i say louder as I stick my ear on the door. I can't hear anything so I open the door.
And there he was. On the floor with a blade in his hand. Looking at me with regret in his eyes. Even though I was in shock I couldn't help but cry. I instantly take the blade and flush it down the toilet.
As I hand Ryan paper and start to clean the bleeding cut on his arm he looks at me :
Y/n....- he says without a hint of strength in his voice.
Shh... It's ok..it's ok....- i can't stop the tears coming from my eye.
I'm so sorry...I'm so so sorry... I-i got overwhelmed y/n I will never do it again...
I put the bottle of alcohol down and hold him in my arms. And we stay there for minutes..
We didn't talk that much that day. Ryan decided to go back to bed and I made him lunch. We lay down on the bad watching black mirror.
I called a therapist... You'll get through this..I promise. - i say quietly.
He kisses my forehead and I smile at him. I caress the wound on his arm as he moves down and starts kissing my neck and leans closer to me...
Hint: next is smut because y not :)
