with just his fingers, he can kill, be he does not, because he knows what dying feels like.
{in which he realizes that they are truly pitiful}
{and in which he contemplates why they are one of those living in glass houses}
He wears wristbands
She doesn't realize the reason why at first
But he knew
Luke Hemming fanfic
*trigger warning contains , self harm , upsetting scenes or thoughts*