ONE LAST TIME (DinoHiba)

«It's okay, it's okay, you're safe. You're safe now». He's holding his head with shaky and bloodied hands. His sticky fingers caress his nape, sticking them into the tangle of dark hair. His usually silky hair is now covered in blood and sweat. His grip tightens on those same strands, as if to bring him closer-to make sure he stays close to him.