In Benja We Trust, In Bacca We Must.[Merome+Skylox]

7. Blame

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Mitch's POV

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I walked up to Jerome's room. I hope I can trust him to wake me up when he's about to cut. My entire plan is that at least I'll be there with him, and maybe he won't feel so alone. I wonder what he's blaming himself for though. I settled down into bed. Jerome's pillows smelled just like him...

Jerome's POV

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I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, screaming. Jenna... It's all my fault. I should have been there. I should have protected her. She wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me. She'd be alive. I should be dead. Why am I still alive? I don't deserve to be alive. I bit my lip. I was getting the strong, inescapable urge to cut, to hurt, to feel alive. I got out of bed.

"Mitch...", I whispered.

"Yeah biggums?", he turned and asked.

"I-I'm sorry.", I replied.

"Hey, Jerome, it's okay. I understand. Come here.", he said, patting the bed. I got in, wrapping a blanket around myself, facing Mitch.

"Why do you want to cut, Jerome?", he asked softly. I bit my lip. Did Mitch even know about Jen?

"S-someone died. And i-it's my f-fault, Mitch.", I stuttered. He looked at me.

"Shhh. It's not your fault, Jerome. I'm sure they don't blame you.", he said, hugging me.

Mitch's POV

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So Jerome blamed himself for someone's death. I tried thinking about people that have died recently. The only person I could think of was an ex of mine who Jerome hates anyways. Wouldn't be her.

Jerome rolled closer to me. I could smell his cologne, which smelled like cinnamon. He wrapped an arm around me.

"I love you Mitch."