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Ghosting // Chris Evans

tw - implications of self harm

When he comes upstairs and finds her zoned out staring at the mirror, he doesn't know why his heart breaks. Something in her eyes that are glassy but not about to shed tears, or maybe the begging grip on the sink. Maybe the fact that her hair is still dripping because she hasn't wrung it out or put it in that towel-turban thing that he can't work out. She moves when he walks in, stiffly pulling away and looking at him. Oh, those fucking eyes. They're lonely and they're desperate and they're sparking with forced anger, there to smother the sadness so she doesn't think there's a problem.

He doesn't know what he says. Her face crumples when he finishes and she hangs her head like an ashamed little girl, gripping herself tighter.

"I'll fall apart if I don't." She whispers. His face falls and he steps toward her, only for her to flinch to the side. He stops, stomach lurching. "Don't."

"Y/n?" Chris prompts, gazing at her worriedly. She blatantly avoids looking back, teeth grazing her bottom lip. Then she bites it, hard. He reaches out and gently touches her face and she dissolves, weakening like a paper sculpture and falling into him. He catches her - of course, he catches her - and makes sure she stays upright while she hides her face in his chest. Her skin is boiling, burning him, and her hair is freezing. He strokes it, every time he touches her so light they can barely feel it, and brushes his fingertips over her back, the trembles slight and yet as noticeable as earthquakes.

"I did a bad thing." She says. Her voice is still a whisper, but it rings in his ears.

"What did you do?"

She doesn't answer his question. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I won't be mad at you."

She shows him what she hid and he helps her. She doesn't cry - she's at a point just past needing to cry - but guiltily watches while he cleans her mess. He tells her to keep the tissue pressed to the worst part and she does.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Chris replies absently, pressing a kiss to her cheeks. She shakes her head. "I bought you some set food."

Y/n breaks a small smile at him. "What you score?" She says that every time and when she follows it with a broken grin, Chris can tell how hard she's trying to assure him she's fine. But they go downstairs and eat food from the set of Chris' current movie. He asks if she wants to talk about it.

"What, the movie?" She asks around a mouthful of macaroon.

"No, the... upstairs." He says softly. Her shoulders bend inwards and she caves into herself, protecting herself.

"Okay. But... but later?"

Chris nods and smiles, leaning forward to kiss her. "Later."

~~~~~

that was shit but,,

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