Dying Heart||Hanahaki Disease/Dream6d[HOLD]

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TRIGGER WARNING
SIGNS OF SELFHARM

Clay rolled up his sleeves. He couldn't stop himself but stare at the marks that dug into his delicate skin.
His green eyes were emotionless and dull completely. As if the green had been drained out of them.

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, wincing at the the pain as an iron taste leaked into his mouth.
He heard shuffling on the other side of the bathroom door, quickly- in reaction- he turned the sink on and put his arms under the cool running water.

Clay winced silently, clenching his fists before pulling his arms away from under the cool water.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, cringing at the taste of iron in his mouth.
He quickly looked around, grabbing a nearby towel and wiped his arms swiftly, throwing the towel back and rolling the sleeves down.

Clay dragged himself out of the bathroom and was greeted face to face with the brunette frenchman.
Vincent's face slightly burned, not moving.
Clay stared at him, admiring his features up close. He pulled away quickly and speed walked off, away from Vincent.

The frenchman was surprised he left without remark. Clay inhaled slowly before turning his head to the side slightly to glance at him. He shook his head and walked to his room.

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Today was the meetup. Today was the party. Clay wasn't ready at all. Vincent knocked on the door softly, "Dream? You awake??"

Recently, the dirty blonde had been getting up at a different range of hours which lead to him asking Vincent to wake him up.
But Clay had been awake all morning. Since 4am, and it was now 11am. "Yeah." He said his voice scratchy. "Okay, well the party is today and I just woke up, so I'm gonna take a shower and you can do you okay?" Vincent said uncertainly. "Sounds good to me." Clay responded quietly, "I already took a shower and all so I'm just waiting for when you're ready to go." Clay continued. "Okay thanks." Vincent said, his voice fading off. Clay waited a while until he heard the water hit the base of the shower and then he broke down.

Petals flew off the bed and tears spilled all off his face. He winced as his eyes burned.
The petals that were on his bed since 4am were everywhere now. On the floor, under the sheets, on his drawer, and all over him. He gripped at the bedsheets, crumpling them in his palms.

He didn't feel safe.
He felt like Vincent was a threat.
Tears kept streaming down his face.

Clay was confused.

Very confused.

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authors note
a lot of my stories aren't being updated for a certain reason

1. writers block is punching me in the gut
2. I feel no motivation for anything
3. I'm just broken

I havent been myself lately so I wont be updating too much.
since this is a vent book, at the most thsi may be updated every so often