in a store closet, bawling
He was a bit out of breath, on the outside as he stood there
"F-Fuck, you r-run fast"
you heard rummaging
She was looking for something sharp
He opened the door as there was no lock for it, he came in and sat next to her
Hiding a boxcutter
"Are you alright...please, tell me what's wrong...and give me the damn knife, i've been in here before and know where it always is"
quickly slits arm and gives
“I I’m a d dirty hoe”
He frowned, rolled up his own sleeve, and did it to himself
"And im an awful person.."
swipes the knife from him
“No!”
He swipes it back, and slides it across the floor, grabbing ahold of her wrist and looks into her eyes
"Until you accept the fact YOUR not, then i'll keep thinking i am"
