bitx-me:
“He’s not gonna w-want to–He’s gonna be m-mad–All my fault–He was nice and I hurt him I j-just couldn’t take it anymore–I was losing my mind and he wouldn’t end it–” Onyx curls up so tight it hurts, starting a stream of clipped, frantic distress calls.
Could... could he try crooning some more? He did it, hoping so hard that it’d work. “Please... it’s going to be alright, I’m sure he won’t be mad...” He didn’t know what else to say, not wanting to make things worse again.
















