“Bye..”, Markus mumbled, listening to Daniel leave. He felt his eyes burning, wanting to cry, but he had cried so much already that there was nothing left to cry. He laid back down, curling up and clutching his pillow against his chest, sobbing into it.
Daniel must hate him now. He was terrible. Even to his soulmate, he couldn’t be good enough. He was just a big problem.
Daniel made his way home and sighed softly to himself. He didn’t know how to help his soulmate, and that made him sad. He didn’t even wanted him there.
Markus pulled his bandages off, scratching over his wrists, wincing and whimpering at the pain. He deserved it, he deserved even more pain than that, and he wished Daniel would’ve hated him and told him to die, instead of coming to try and help to just get a big disappointment as soulmate.
But if he got new injuries, Daniel might come back, or maybe he’d finally yell at him, or maybe he’d give up on him. For now he opted to just scratch and press and pull at his wrists and feel the blood gather beneath his nails and smear across his skin.