JadedSnowFanclub

The last thing Aki could remember was closing his eyes and waiting for the muddiness caused by loss of conscience to take him. The blade had been sharp; one cut to the wrists, and the blood had streamed peacefully down his arms and muddled up on the floor. The razor, which he'd held so gently and lovingly a minute ago, now laid dead and cold beside his limp arm. At first, a sharp pain had hit him like a flame flaring up, starting small; escalating to a tremendous size, but the pain had dumbed down as he sank deeper and deeper into himself, losing all consciousness of his surroundings. I'm gonna die, he'd silently thought to himself, quirking