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"You won't be perceived as weak if you share your emotions."
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"Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing is wrong."
"I can tell when you're lying you know.."
He takes his hand, and holds it. He expects him to remove his hand, but he leaves it there, letting him hold it.
"Tell me what's wrong. It's just the two of us here, you know.."
His face is filled with confusion.
"I.."
He waits patiently, still holding his hand.
"I don't like how I'm feeling about myself.."
Kazuha waits. He watches him, trying to muster up the words to tell him.
"I.. Kind of.. Have.. Been.."
"Hurting myself.."
His hold on his hand, tightens. He continues looking at him. And for once, Scaramouche looks at Kazuha, and makes eye contact. And his eyes are filled with sadness. No pity, just sadness.
"I'm sorry.. Kazuha.." His heart breaks. Scaramouche never says his name to his face, and this breaks him, knowing Scaramouche must've been struggling without him. No one to be there with him, as he suffers alone, with all these feelings to himself. No one to talk to about this.
Scaramouche bites his bottom lip, trying to stop the tears from falling.
"You've grown a lot since I've met you last year. I'm proud of you for telling me."
It's like a stab to the heart. He's never heard those words before, and right now, at this moment, when he's feeling his worst, he hears them, and he can't stop the tears. They slowly fall, falling onto Kazuha's hand.
"It's okay to feel sad sometimes, it's really important to talk to your feelings with someone you trust," he continues, his grip on his hand not loosening.
"Is it.. Okay if I ask.. When was the last time you.. Self-harmed..?" Something about Kazuha, is that he's blunt. He doesn't sugar coat words, he's blunt and honest at times, and it pisses Scaramouche, but this time, not that much.
Scaramouche says nothing, staying silent.
"Did you bandage it?"
"What?"
"Did you bandage the.. Wounds?"
Scaramouche slowly shakes his head. Kazuha removes his hand from Scaramouche's, and rips off a bit of his sleeve off.
"Is it okay.. If I can wrap this around them then?" Kazuha turns to Scaramouche, holding the ripped off clothing piece in his hand.
"It's.. Fine.. I don't need it.. The blood is probably already dried up.." Scaramouche says, surprised Kazuha would break his clothes for him.
"Scaramouche."
He sighs, and removes his glove from his hand and arm, placing it on the ground next to him. Kazuha stares at the wounds on his arm, and looks back at Scaramouche.
"Please, just bandage it, don't give me that look," he glances to the side. He does as he's told, making sure it's not too tight or not too loose.
The sun goes down slowly, as they sit together in silence.
"I really want you to talk about your feelings more often, Scaramouche."
"It doesn't make you weak, in fact.. In my eyes, it makes you even stronger."
They're both silent for a bit, until sobs can be heard. He can't stop the tears from falling down his face, and he's just wiping them away, trying to stop it.
"I'm.. Sor.. Sorry.. I don't know why I'm crying.. There.. There is nothing to cry.. Cry about.." Scaramouche chuckles, wiping his nose, the tears still streaming down his face, not being to stop them. Kazuha wraps his arms around his neck gently, patting his back.
His eyes widen in surprise, and suddenly, he buries his head into Kazuha's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his back, and just crying. Just crying, clenching Kazuha's top, as he hiccups, snot running down his nose. There are tears running down Kazuha's face, as he comforts Scaramouche, patting his back gently.
"Talk to me more, you'll always be my Scaramouche in my eyes, nothing you say will change how I think of you."
"I'm always going to be here for you, I want you to be happy because you deserve nothing less than everything good."