Work Text:
Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Blood. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam. Jam.
A shiver.
A sniffle.
A quiet sob.
A slice.
Shadow Milk lay on the bathroom floor, jam slowly running down his arm and dripping into the floor. He sobbed. Quietly. Silently. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But he ignored it.
A quiet knock filled the air. Shadow Milk’s eyes widened. “Shadow Milk…?” A soft voice called from the other side of the door. Shadow Milk gulped. The door opened.
A gasp.
A small thud.
Warmth.
He didn’t realize it, but he had leaned into Pure Vanilla Cookies touch, taking in all the warmth he could. He sobbed. This time, not silently. Never again would he have to suffer alone.