bluesjay's Literatures
Self harm, implied abuse
*My skin is not mine. It hasn’t been since the day you left, my love.* That fateful day has rotted its way into the depths of his mind. Every detail of the morning down the drowning sobs of night. From a time so happy torn away in seconds, and he was alone. Sundew would rather not remember that day - that day 3,000 years ago he’d never forget.
The door slammed shut behind him, yet he did not stop. He left the entirety of the students alone in the main room and he didn’t care one bit - he had to get out of there. What is wrong with him? It was a clap of thunder. It was organic. He’s fine! And yet, as he continues to walk down the hall his fanfic steps quickly begin to loose their formal footing. He needed to get away, anywhere else than there. What is wrong with him?!