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“His performance was disastrous today. I can’t believe he can be so distracted while people were dying.” He heard from the other room, wondering if he was gone, would the others be horrified, or unbothered? “God I can’t fucking deal with this anymore.” The golden haired boy confessed quietly while walking over to their bathroom, preparing for the worst.
He stood in the mirror wondering “what happened to me?” Tears streamed down his face as he slumped down on the ground. He locked the door and grabbed his blade with his shaky hands. He slid down his pants and attempting to find the best place to mark. Blood stained his thigh as he dragged the sharp object in uneven lines, watching the crimson liquid pour from the wound.
Standing up and unlocking the door, feeling a major headache come on from not eating in days and knowing the blood is now at least halfway down his leg, he grabs a piece of toilet paper, soaking it in water and sliding it across his cuts. “Why Did I Do That..” He mumbles while clenching his fists until they turn white.
He walks in the other room and falls face first into their bed, sobbing even louder and harder then earlier. *click* “Hello dear Elliot! Do you think-..” It’s Twotime. Elliot jolts up immediately wiping his cheeks. “TWOTIME! Hi, do you need something?” He say while his voice cracks unwillingly, scratching his arm uncontrollably. “Elliot.. oh my poor Elliot what has happened to you?” He says while rushing to reassure their lover.
“I’m fine darling, please believe me.” He says while trying to maintain his breathing at a normal pace, despite feeling as if the walls were closing around him and there was nothing he could do to stop or slow them.
“Baby please don’t lie to me.. it’s obvious you were crying.” “OBVIOUS?? Oh my god I feel so bad..” he thought to himself, knowing he can’t keep it bottled up much longer. He bursts out into tears, wrapping his arms around his lover. “ I failed everyone.. I’m a failure!! It would just be better if I was gone for good.” He cried while uncontrollably hiccuping. “Elliot Builder. Don’t you ever speak like that about yourself EVER again. You portray such a giant role in this hellhole, and everyone is delighted by your presence.” They say while grabbing their partner’s shoulders and embracing them in a hug.
“Your just saying that to make me feel better..” he murmured into the crook of his partner’s neck. “Eli I would never lie to you.. I adore you more than anything in this world.” Elliot looked up when he heard that, staring at Twotime while they wipe their lovers tears.
“Promise me that you won’t say that again.” Twotime pleaded, waiting for an answer. “I won’t.” He says while smiling shyly. “Pinky promise?” Silence consumes the room for a whole thirty seconds until the red eyed individual broke it. “Pinky prommy.” He said while leaning in for a loving kiss. “Thank you Elliot..”