Blurred lines.
Blurred everything.
Chest hurt.
Specifically the left side.
Blink.
Blink again.
Where was he?
Someone came through the door.
Muffled speaking.
They came closer.
Touched his arm.
A hug.
Chest is on fire now.
What's going on?
Groan.
Person pulled away.
Noises.
So many noises.
Lost grip of reality.
What is real?
Stop thinking.
Do it.
What's "it?"
Dunno.
The muffled voice again.
Sounds concerned.
Concerned about what?
Concerned about him?
Couldn't be.
Why would someone care about him?
Groan again.
Stop thinking.
Want to sleep forever.
Last time didn't work.
Last time?
What does that mean?
What is he saying?
Doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes sense.
Help.
Pretend to be fine.
Make it work this time.
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Playing With Knives- LoZ
Fanfictiondont read this one either Warning: this has like all the angst imaginable dude. i dont even remember all of it. here some of the big ones tho: suicides (plural), self harm, self hate and deprecation, depression, etc. all badly handled/written This p...
