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WEMMBU
He laid onto his bed, silent as he stared into the ceiling, his eyes wide as he tries to sleep.
His stomach screaming for food, knowing he wouldn’t be able to consume any and would possibly hurt even more if he puked out everything.
His head throbbed. Everything hurt. He was too tired to get up, but his brain had the energy to stay awake. He lost his appetite. He lost his feeling of being happy. He wished Flame, or even Egg was here.
He knows it’s his fault he became this way. He doesn’t have anyone to blame.
Sometimes, he just wishes he could feel warmth, never the stinging pain from the angry red cuts on his arms. Never that, but somebody comforting.
They’re only there because they pity you
It’s your fault
There’s no one else to blame except for YOU
You don’t deserve to feel pity
His head ached even more than it has ever been.
He stood up from his bed, body trembling the more he walked closer to the kitchen.
He took a glass from the cabinet and drank the water slowly. The ache in his head slowly started to weaken, while his stomach felt a slightly less hollow. Until, something started running up his throat.
He rushed to the bathroom, opening the door and faced the toilet. The strange feeling started to appear again as he regurgitated the small amount of food he ate for dinner. His throat ached more than he should’ve. The metallic taste of blood was the only thing he could feel. Nausea creeped up again, threatening to vomit out what’s left of his pale, and skinny body. He slowly stood up from the toilet bowl, facing the mirror with his eyes wide open.
His vision started blurring as tears threatened to fall out, as his breath stabilised slowly as he started moving back to his room, visibly struggling to walk to his room.
He took some clothes out of his closet and stuffed them into his bag. He walked slowly to the door of his house and closed it shut. He knows he’ll probably kill himself if he stays in his house alone for another night.
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He knocked on Flame’s door seemingly looking like he just sobbed for 30 minutes straight.
Flame opened the door, and saw his boyfriend infront of the door. Looking like he was just put through hell and back.
Wemmbu pulled Flame into a tight, much needed embrace. Tears that were supposed to be long gone started flowing down.
Flame sighed, he knew it was going to be a long night.
“Do you want to talk about?”
Flame asked, not trying to put the purple haired man in his arms in more stress.
Wemmbu shook his head gently, still hugging Flame.
”Alright, get inside Wemm.”
Flame led Wemmbu to his bedroom upstairs, closing the lights and let him lay onto the bed. Flame followed shortly until both of them were in the bed as flame pat Wemmbu’s back in circle patterns letting him melt onto his chest as Wemmbu’s breath started to stabilise.
They slept there, peacefully. More peacefully Wemmbu has ever been in years.
Flame should really consider moving there.