Every other time, he had been sobbing on the edge of his bed, regretting what he’d done while staring down at the marks he had left. This time was different. He was used to it now; the guilty feeling that he was left with after doing this to himself. Nitori sighed as he rubbed medicine over his forearm, wincing as he glided his hand over the newly opened cuts. It’d been three weeks since he last did this; the marks from the last time had already scarred over almost entirely. They were still very visible, so he had been skipping practice as much as he could; the days he wasn’t able to, he had worn a wetsuit that cove
It had to be, what, 2AM? He should have gone to bed hours ago. Every time he’d close his eyes, the same thoughts ran through his mind over and over again. The rude remarks, the snide comments, and the teasing whispers of how he wasn’t good enough. He’s heard the same things said to him by the same people every single day, and he was starting to believe them himself. It’s gotten to the point where he’s skipped practice more than once just to get away from them. Nitori hadn’t told anyone about the bullying; he didn’t think anyone would listen, let alone care. Instead, he waited until his roommate
Every other time, he had been sobbing on the edge of his bed, regretting what he’d done while staring down at the marks he had left. This time was different. He was used to it now; the guilty feeling that he was left with after doing this to himself. Nitori sighed as he rubbed medicine over his forearm, wincing as he glided his hand over the newly opened cuts. It’d been three weeks since he last did this; the marks from the last time had already scarred over almost entirely. They were still very visible, so he had been skipping practice as much as he could; the days he wasn’t able to, he had worn a wetsuit that cove
It had to be, what, 2AM? He should have gone to bed hours ago. Every time he’d close his eyes, the same thoughts ran through his mind over and over again. The rude remarks, the snide comments, and the teasing whispers of how he wasn’t good enough. He’s heard the same things said to him by the same people every single day, and he was starting to believe them himself. It’s gotten to the point where he’s skipped practice more than once just to get away from them. Nitori hadn’t told anyone about the bullying; he didn’t think anyone would listen, let alone care. Instead, he waited until his roommate
Rage on 眩しい光
銳く目を背けるー瞬へ
反射してく町を撫でみせてた
傾くフェイントブルー
伸ばした僕の手は見たことない
景色へ繫がった
尋常じゃない感情へと
際なわれた the way you want this
anxious eyes chose d