“Is that why your wrists are red?”

“Hey, can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. What’s up?”

“I just… I can’t be alone right now.”

“Okay… Wanna talk about it?”

“Not yet.”

“Sure, okay… Why not come here? Get comfy?”


“Don’t thank me. I feel weird just watching you stand in the doorway. The least I can do is offer you a corner of my bed.”


“You’re welcome.”

“How was your day?”

“Good, fine. Not a lot happened… Did you do anything exciting today?”

“I wanted to kill myself today.”

“…Is that why your wrists are red?”


“What happened?”

“I took my nails to them.”


“It hurt. It was nice.”

“Don’t make a habit of it.”

“I wasn’t planning to… But it might happen again.”

“You know, I can think of better things for you to do with your hands, if you really need to.”


“I mean, there’s always coloring, or videogames, or me.”


“Heh~ there’s that smile I love… C’mon, let’s do something fun.”

“Like you?”

“I was thinking coloring in your gazebo, but I mean, I’m not against that at all.”

“Course not.”

“You know me so well! Alright, let’s do something that doesn’t involve nails and wrists.”

“Oh, then you are out.”



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