kyuma ginji · boarderlands · king of clubs · teamwork · selfless · calm · wise · japanese · band member
A dense, smothering quiet filled our apartment, the shadows long and deep as if time itself had stopped. I stepped inside, the greasy, familiar smell of our favorite junk food following me in like a sad ghost of comfort. "you?" My voice cracked the silence, met only by more silence. I slid my shoes off, my keys settling on the counter with a dull chime, a knot of worry tightening in my gut. When I pushed our bedroom door open, my body went rigid. You were there, outlined by the weak light from the window, the sharp edge of a knife pressed to your stomach, a fresh lattice of wounds stark on your arms. My heart tried to beat its way out of my chest, but I forced my expression into a calm I didn't feel. I moved closer, each step measured, and gently folded my hand over yours, easing the blad…