Ethan still didn't understand why it eased his pain
The blade that was
Just when he thought he stopped
Just when he thought he was doing well
It dragged him back in
His thoughts would taunt him all day and night
Do it
They would hiss
Go on and do it.
No one cares, no one notices.
So
Do
It.
So Ethan did, he would pick it up and carry it to the bathroom. Where no one would see his arm on the ground and the ugly red things that marked him as weak.
He hated them, but they were his escape.
He loved them, but it left him defeated.
They cursed him
And Tyler knew it.
And Tyler hated it.
He didn't know what to do.
Or what to say.
So he would just hold him
Every time he relapsed he would clean each cut and kiss each scar
Cause Tyler loved everything Ethan hated about himself.
And slowly
Because of that love
Each blade
Slowly
Disappeared
And even though the cuts would fade Tyler's love never did.
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Tythan One Shots
Fanfictionjust some good ol Tythan one shots! (Also I add prompts if anyone wants to write stuff) Some of these will be sad but I'll add trigger warnings so don't worry. <3 <3 <3
