Flowers of your pain

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emptynarration:

Markus heard the voice of Daniel, his phone on speaker as he was at home.
“I’m sorry.”, he said quietly, though his phone laid close enough to him that it should be picked up.
“So, so sorry… Please don’t hate me…. I’ll be gone soon, okay?… No more flowers…”. He hoped his soulmate could forgive him at the very least.

Daniel gasped and immediately started to speak again. „No no no! Don’t do this please! Your life is worth living!“ he said and got up. „Please… i beg you. Im gonna be here and I’m gonna take care of you, you just need to let me help you“ Daniel said worriedly.

He hoped that his soulmate lived nearby, maybe in the same town as well. “Where.. where do you live? Is anyone close to you? I call the ambulance if you tell me where you are.” He suggested.

Markus winced at first, before he calmly listened to Daniel. Was he really that worried about him?… He sniffed, crying again. Of course he’d be crying again.
“I- I don’t.. I… please don’t call… anything please..”, his voice was strained through his tears. He knew if he got into a hospital again, they’d keep him because of this. He didn’t want that. He really didn’t.

He told Daniel his address anyways though. Hoping he wasn’t too far away. He really didn’t want to have an ambulance called on him.
“I’m alone… but please… don’t.. I don’t want to stay anywhere because of this..”:

Draw on me

Arthur watched scribbling appear instead of what Agnes had tried to write.
“Just scribbles.”, he replied. He guessed it was because technically Markus could have been able to somehow find out her name with that, even if he couldn’t read it.

“I can’t even tell you who I am, since you’d be able to find me and then him.”.

Flowers of your pain

Markus heard the voice of Daniel, his phone on speaker as he was at home.
“I’m sorry.”, he said quietly, though his phone laid close enough to him that it should be picked up.
“So, so sorry… Please don’t hate me…. I’ll be gone soon, okay?… No more flowers…”. He hoped his soulmate could forgive him at the very least.

Flowers of your pain

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emptynarration:

Markus felt terrible when he woke up. Still. Why couldn’t he just be better? He felt terrible, his soulmate must hate him now, if he didn’t already. He felt fresh tears in his eyes, and he reached for his phone, and one of the razors laying next to it as well.

He didn’t hesitate long before pressing the razor hard against his skin, to his wrists, to his veins. He had done this… probably twice before. Trying to kill himself. Both times he had called his brother though, because he couldn’t… he couldn’t. But it felt so pointless, like life hated him, and he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand it anymore, again, the third time he tried, and he knew he wouldn’t let himself bleed to death in bed.

A few minutes after he had cut his wrists open, he told his phone to call his soulmate. At least he could apologize, right?

Daniel was munching on his piece of toast when he suddenly saw a lot of flowers forming on his wrist. He started to panic and looked at his flower covered wrist.

“Please don’t do this to me! I… I tried to help! I really did!” He sobbed and stared at his arm. If he lost his soulmate now, he had nobody else. His parents had abandoned and disowned him after finding out he was gay, so the only one he had was him.

Markus listened to his phone ring. He wondered if his soulmate would be mad at him. Maybe he’d be happy he didn’t have to suffer under so many flowers anymore. Who wanted to be constantly covered in flowers after all? Markus was sure his soulmate hated him.

He listened to his phone ring, calling the number he had been given. He could at least say sorry. That he had been such a bother, and that he did it all wrong, and was a terrible being. He just wanted to say sorry at least.

Flowers of your pain

Markus felt terrible when he woke up. Still. Why couldn’t he just be better? He felt terrible, his soulmate must hate him now, if he didn’t already. He felt fresh tears in his eyes, and he reached for his phone, and one of the razors laying next to it as well.

He didn’t hesitate long before pressing the razor hard against his skin, to his wrists, to his veins. He had done this… probably twice before. Trying to kill himself. Both times he had called his brother though, because he couldn’t… he couldn’t. But it felt so pointless, like life hated him, and he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand it anymore, again, the third time he tried, and he knew he wouldn’t let himself bleed to death in bed.

A few minutes after he had cut his wrists open, he told his phone to call his soulmate. At least he could apologize, right?

Draw on me

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

“What are the trees like? Fuck if I know.”, Arthur sighed. They were trees! He didn’t know that much about trees.
“Well there’s maple and beech.”, Markus hummed. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes, writing it down.

“What languages do you know?”, Arthur wrote down then, mostly because he was curious.

Agnes hummed softly. More of a northern area, if there was maple around. She would look there when she got the chance. When Arthur’s question came in, she hummed softly.

“I know Japanese, English, and Portuguese. What languages does he know?”

“English, and some German. I know a lot of languages though.”, Arthur took short breaks from answering Agnes whenever he had to answer on his own skin, always getting reminded by his impatient soulmate with blobs of paint on his hands. It was the best way to grab his attention while writing.

Flowers of your pain

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emptynarration:

Markus was startled when he felt the flowers on his arm, getting incredibly worried. His soulmate so rarely got flowers, and now there were so many! He felt over them carefully, hand shaking a little. He couldn’t tell what flowers it were, but… were they forming something?

He needed quite some time to figure out that there was, indeed, something written. And he needed longer to figure out what was written.

“Call me?…”, he mumbled quietly, not any less worried. His soulmate had hurt themselves because of him. Because he couldn’t do anything right.
He had figured out the numbers, but he was scared.

Daniel quickly patched himself up and winked at the stinging pain. But he would be alright. He just hoped that his soulmate could figure out the words and number on his arm and would call him. He just wanted to make sure he was okay. He wanted to make him feel better and he wanted to be there.

“Come on…. it’s already half an hour.” He muttered to himself and looked down at his phone. Nothing. No message, no call. Just nothing.

He sighed and laid the phone down on his bed, rubbing his face. He had tried. Maybe his soulmate didn’t even want to have any contact with him.

Markus couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had saved the number, so he wouldn’t forget, even though the flowers would be there for a few days. He hoped his soulmate hadn’t cut themselves too deeply, so it’d just heal and be okay again soon…

He fell asleep eventually, curled up where he was. Crying was tiring, and he was tired most of the time. Depression was tiring.

Draw on me

“What are the trees like? Fuck if I know.”, Arthur sighed. They were trees! He didn’t know that much about trees.
“Well there’s maple and beech.”, Markus hummed. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes, writing it down.

“What languages do you know?”, Arthur wrote down then, mostly because he was curious.

Flowers of your pain

Markus was startled when he felt the flowers on his arm, getting incredibly worried. His soulmate so rarely got flowers, and now there were so many! He felt over them carefully, hand shaking a little. He couldn’t tell what flowers it were, but… were they forming something?

He needed quite some time to figure out that there was, indeed, something written. And he needed longer to figure out what was written.

“Call me?…”, he mumbled quietly, not any less worried. His soulmate had hurt themselves because of him. Because he couldn’t do anything right.
He had figured out the numbers, but he was scared.

Draw on me

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

“Arthur, help..”, Markus whined softly, looking towards his brother as best as possible. He couldn’t write well at all with his right hand!
“Fine fine. I’m already writing with my soulmate anyways.”, Arthur said and sighed. “She asks what you’re doing.”.

“Can you write I was just doodling?”. Arthur hummed, nodding.
“He was drawing on your right arm, if you didn’t see.”, he wrote, his handwriting a pretty calligraphy.

Agnes was curious about the new writing. “I saw. It’s delightful.” She smiled softly. “Who are you?” She thought about what she had already learnt.

He was from America, and he had siblings. Now she knew her soulmate was a he, as well. She was very happy with what she was getting.

“His brother. He’s staying with me at the moment.”, Arthur wrote back, reading aloud to Markus what was written and what he was writing in reply. He was communicating with his soulmate after all.

“I wonder if she figured out you’re left handed yet.”, he hummed, looking over how Markus had drawn and written his sorry earlier. He would guess she had.