“I- n- no- I- d-don`t- no key-”, Markus cowered in the corner of his room, unable to really have gotten anywhere else. He was afraid, and he could hear the other man outside, coming, and he was rightfully scared for his life.

“D-Daniel- I- I’m sorry- I should’ve called m-more- sooner- I- I’m sorry- I- I wish we could’ve- I- that I’d- not pushed you away- sorry- I- ple-ase-”, he was sobbing terribly, afraid he was going to die, that he wouldn’t get to befriend his soulmate at least.

He flinched when he heard the door open. “K-kevin- Kevin plea-se-”, he whimpered, clutching his phone in his hands, crying out when he was grabbed and pulled up to his feet. Kevin’s words unable to be picked up form the phone, unlike Markus’ afraid whimpering.

Large hands wrapping around his throat again, making the bruises hurt even more again, and Markus dropped his phone for instead vain attempts of pulling the stronger hands off of him, wheezing for breath he couldn’t get.

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“N-no-”, Markus was sobbing, and audibly gasping for breath. “He- he t-tried- he tried to kill m-me- p-please- pl-ease-”, his voice was breaking up between sobs. Breathing hurt, his voice hurt, and he felt light headed still. Deep ugly bruises covered his neck, blue flowers meaning the injury gotten was inflicted from another person, and the dark colour the severity of the injury.

“‘m home p-please- he’ll co-me back- please-”, he was terrified, he didn’t want to be killed.

“I’m right there darling. Please lock yourself in your room okay?! Stay on the phone.” He said and grabbed his keys before he rushed to his car and started driving to Markus place. No matter what had happened between them, he still cared deeply for the other.

“I c-an’t-”, Markus could barely breathe through his panicked gasps and painful throat. He knew Daniel was coming, he knew he was going to be saved, he knew Daniel still didn’t want him dead. It helped keeping him a little calm at the very least.

“I- I can hear h-im- plea-se- D-Dani-el-”, he knew Daniel must be here soon. He was still afraid though.

“N-no-”, Markus was sobbing, and audibly gasping for breath. “He- he t-tried- he tried to kill m-me- p-please- pl-ease-”, his voice was breaking up between sobs. Breathing hurt, his voice hurt, and he felt light headed still. Deep ugly bruises covered his neck, blue flowers meaning the injury gotten was inflicted from another person, and the dark colour the severity of the injury.

“‘m home p-please- he’ll co-me back- please-”, he was terrified, he didn’t want to be killed.

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For quite some time, there were barely any new flowers for Daniel to discover. And most of them weren’t self-inflicted, according to the flower’s colours.

But eventually Markus went back to his home, because Arthur had to go travel to some other country, and he would rather not travel away from home. And instead of staying at the cabin, he went home.

A lot of the time he still debated about talking with Daniel, because he was really lonely, but never did. He was convinced Daniel disliked him. So he tried to find other people to be less lonely, and desperately clung to the first person who was nice to him and showed interest in him. Vaguely. 

He always hoped for a boyfriend to love him and be there for him. He always got stuck with abusive and manipulative assholes though. This time was no difference.

It calmed Daniel a little bit when he didn’t saw a lot of flowers on his skin, that meant Markus was getting better.

But he frowned when the flowers came back from time to time. But it wasn’t his business anymore right? Markus didn’t want his help, so he would call him.

It got worse. Way worse. His depression picked back up again right where he left it, and he felt all his progress falling away as all his worries and anxieties were thrown in his face by his “boyfriend”. He got yelled at, he got hit, he got hurt. Being covered in bruises became normal to him.

It was one late evening when a lot of dark blue, almost black flowers grew around Daniel’s neck. Not long after, his phone rang, with Markus calling.

For quite some time, there were barely any new flowers for Daniel to discover. And most of them weren’t self-inflicted, according to the flower’s colours.

But eventually Markus went back to his home, because Arthur had to go travel to some other country, and he would rather not travel away from home. And instead of staying at the cabin, he went home.

A lot of the time he still debated about talking with Daniel, because he was really lonely, but never did. He was convinced Daniel disliked him. So he tried to find other people to be less lonely, and desperately clung to the first person who was nice to him and showed interest in him. Vaguely. 

He always hoped for a boyfriend to love him and be there for him. He always got stuck with abusive and manipulative assholes though. This time was no difference.