Warning: Self harm, character suicide and sex references
Crumbling
"When your dreams all fail,
And the ones we hail,
Are the worst of all,
And the blood's run stale."
- Demons, Imagine Dragons
You watch him as he crumbles, and it hurts you more than anything.
Turning on the light, wiping away the blood with a soft tissue, examining every cut in the hope that it isn't too deep, imagining the skin perfect, clear and flawless, and wanting to cry but you have to be strong.
Whispers in the middle of the night, millions of tiny kisses covering the scars, the broken skin, in a desperate attempt to make the pain go away.
Silent tears, bodies pressed up against each other, hot skin in cold rooms, clothes off when no one can hear, making up the time in sex because there's not much time left, and you both know it.
The rest of the world, always turning, your family asking you if you are okay, and of course you're not and they know it, but you don't say anything because they don't understand.
Rushing to his house, not aware of the outside world when you're in it, because he is your everything and nothing else matters. Every waking hour spent with him that you can manage, and most of the sleeping ones too.
Every scare, when things get bad, and you convince him to hold one for just a little bit longer.
But you can't go on this way forever. One day, you won't be able to convince him anymore.
When the day comes, there are passed notes and quick Apparations and the hope that you'll getthere in time because maybe you can save him again and things will be bearable for a while.
But he stands on the edge of a cliff and he is whispering your name and telling you that he can't do this anymore.
You tell him that you can't live without him and he stares at your perfect skin because you are not covered in scars and he cannot believe that you could do this with him but you have no other choice.
As he crumbles, so do you.
You grab his waist and pull him closer and try and remember every part of him, in this moment, forever.
"I love you."