He'd had a crush on some boy in his class. He never confessed and never said anything at all. It was his little secret, but he always felt bad. The guilt ate away at him like some parasite in his flesh. One night he'd trailed his hands over his ribcage, wishing that it was the boy who would touch him. But that was against his religion, and along with those beliefs he also believed he was too sinful and worn-down to love. So instead he took a blade from a nearby sharpener, cutting deep a long scar where he'd touched his own body with his unrighteous hands.

Match : @Shoto_ch (My Pookie)

He/It