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[Kisiel]

Megan let out another scream when she was yelled at. She started shaking, blood dripping from her arm.
The water from the sink started flooding the floor a little, but she ignored it.
"It's never too late," she whispered, picking up another shard of glass.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex took it from her, his fingers getting cut again. "Don't you dare." He muttered, his jaw tense in determination. "Do you have any idea what this is doing to me?" He asked softly, looking straight into her eyes, showing her how broken he was feeling.

[Kisiel]

She turned her head away, not wanting to reveal the sadness in her eyes.
"I don't," she sighed. "But, please... just let me do it."

[Midnight Butterfly]

"Why? So you can hurt me more? So you can slowly torture me to death?" He asked, letting the glass he was holding drop to the floor and smash to pieces.

[Kisiel]

Megan hissed at the sound of shattering glass.
"If not now..." she began, shaking her head. "Then when?"
Her head turned back to face Alex, her breathing heavy.
"You'll forget... sooner or later."

[Midnight Butterfly]

"I'll forget what? You? How I feel about you?" He asked. "Yeah. Right." He snorted, scowling. "I think I'd rather die first." He said, looking down at his bloodied hand and her cut up arm with a grimace.

[Kisiel]

"No... you wouldn't," she argued to buy herself some time.
Slowly, she rose to her feet, blood and water dripping from her. Grabbing on to the hospital bed, she limped towards the smashed cabinet, and broke off a large piece of glass.
Megan stared at it for a moment, before slitting her other arm, screaming in pain.
It was a wonder that nobody came to see what was happening...

[Midnight Butterfly]

"God Megan..." Alex said, looking to the floor. "You really do want me to die..." He stood, a little shakily. "I guess you really don't care about my feelings at all." He said as he walked over, taking the glass from her before she could do anything more. He gripped it tightly at his side, letting the glass dig into his palm. He dropped the glass, their blood staining it red.

[Kisiel]

"What the hell?!" she yelled, spinning round to face Alex.
"I do care about your feelings! Why else would I be doing this? It would be much worse seeing me die slowly frm anorexia, don't you think?"

[Midnight Butterfly]

"At least then I had a chance of saving you..." He said softly, blood dripping from his fingers into the water. "But this way... There's no chance. You're dying." He said, remembering her anemia. She wasn't going to last long.