b l i n d / / l . s .

b l i n d / / l . s .

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"why are you doing this harry? i'm not worth your time. i'm not who you need me to be." i'm really not. i'm just a burden. "baby, you're all i need." his voice is calm, unlike mine which is panicked. i feel his warm hands on my wrists as he gently pulls my hands from my face, trying not to hurt the fresh, deep cut. i instantly lean into him and hide my face in his chest. he begins rubbing my back in an attempt to comfort me. "i love you so much bear.. you have got to stop doing this to yourself.." he sighs and kisses the top of my head. sometimes it might be a good thing that i'm blind. I can't see the pain that i cause him in his eyes. i can't see his hurt emotions. •••••••• !!TRIGGER WARNING!! self harm//suicidal thoughts/actions homophobic actions/statements broken home smut and sexual assault
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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