[Crazy and depressed girl × arrogant and lazy boy]
"Aren't you going to help me? Come on." She held out the blade.
"I... Not..." He dismissed it in panic.
"What? Don't you dare to see real blood?" She sneered.
He pulled open his shirt to reveal the scars: "My dad beat me, is that true?"
She froze, and the blade clattered to the ground.
Later, he always answered her calls at three o'clock in the morning, and she gave him medicine for the first time after he was beaten.
"What are we doing...?" He asked.
"Two liars." She breathed into his wound, "You lied to me and said it would get better, and I lied to you and said I believed it."
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"Is it fun to use me?" She threw the breakfast he bought into the trash can.
"Why are you pretending to be noble? Don't you also want to use me to forget the pain?" He crushed her pill box.
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She stood on the roof of the building on a rainy day, and he shouted with red eyes: "If you want to die, wait until my dad sees it before you die!"
She smiled: "So... You can cry too."
In the end, he knelt down to piece together her torn diary, and she held his bleeding hand: "Idiot... The wound is not bandaged like this."
Intent: Love is never the premise of salvation, but the proof that we are scarred and clumsily stitched together.