TRIGGER WARNING: Mildly graphic self-harm, implied suicide.

I had this in my head for like two weeks, all the dialogue for it. I finally had time to sit down and type it out. It wasn't until after I finished typing it that I realized just how hella fucking sad it actually is. I was really focused on the dynamic between the two characters and it being like idk sweet and caring and then I wrote the whole thing and was like, ".... holy fuck, what have I done." Anyway I have never written a short story before so, yeah.