they are agony struck. slapped with tragedy by the tip of a blade. experiencing the fall of RED ICHOR ———— splattered onto white porcelain & sinking their weary hearts: their sorrows paralleled. though, how much soap does it take to truly cleanse a blood - stainedyouth?
❝ .. it’s the scars, em. I feel —— so ruined. i’m so sorry. ❞