SphinxDraws
!!!WARNING!!!
This fic may include triggering topics such as mentions and brief descriptions of SA, Alcohol, drunkenness, NSSH (non suicidal self harm), and mentions of blood. (Will add more as they present themselves.) If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please refrain from reading ^^
This is the first fic I've written that I'm actually posting, so I'm a bit hesitant to post it, and the posting will be pretty inconsistent as I have other things to do, but my friend said I should post it so uh yeah. Hi friend O/
Description-
Trophy had never been one for physical affection. Or emotional. Or any to be completely honest. He'd never even hugged anyone. Well.. that was up until two weeks ago. He sat on his bed lightly tracing his finger on the top of his digital camera. When was the last time he had used it? He wasn't sure.
I can't believe I let her do that.
Came an uninvited thought. He shook it off, not wanting to remember that night at Cheesy's birthday party.
It had been his fault after all, for letting Clover talk him into going and then getting himself drunk. He hadn't been thinking clearly and Salt...
I don't want to think about it. His thoughts rang out. He gripped the camera lightly and sighed.