Is it truly better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
I snapped the pen into two with my hands, the ink flowing down my hand and dripping onto the desk in front of me and staining it black. The liquid glistened in the low light that emanated from the nearby hazardous lamp that could catch fire any moment. How frustrating it will be to wash this off later.
Thoughts of her washed through my mind, it was all I could think about. Nothing else in the world existed. I picked up the needle and clicked my lighter on. The occasional burn as I held the hot metal did not register. I looked down at the scars on my arm... All for her. Why doesn't she see the lengths I go through to express my love? The needle pierced my shoulder and I smiled, the pain makes me happy. I removed the needle, dipped it in the ink puddle and stabbed myself once more, a short distance away from the last wound; again and again. Quiet noises escaped my mouth at each painful stab. This will make her love me, right? Etching these feelings onto my flesh? My blood, tainted black, dripped down my arm and onto the floor. I ignored the gorey mess I'd been making of my shoulder.
Upon removing the bloody needle for the last time, I let it fall to the floor as I sat back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't help but laugh at the stinging pain.
"Kai...?"
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