send ‘&’ for your muse to trace one of my muses scars. | accepting!!

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   “I-I’m–.. You d-don’t have to help me, Ren.” The girl whispered softly, eyes meeting her boyfriend’s as she laid back against the chair, watching quietly as he bandaged up the cuts on her forearms. Quietly freezing up, Seki swallowed thickly, watching as the male traced his fingertips over the longest, vertical scar on her forearm. She looked away, eyes closing. “M-My dad. That was his. He w-wanted me dead.”