“I will never understand why you feel the need to cut yourself, Lilith,” he said softly. He reached up to tuck my now wet hair behind my ear. Sliding his hand lightly down my shoulder, he traced down my arm and wrapped his hand around my wrist. He took my hand and pressed my palm flat against his bleeding chest. I could feel the edges of his wounds beneath my fingers, but he didn’t so much as wince at the contact. “From now on, if you bleed, I bleed,” he promised, pressing my fingers more firmly into one of the gashes. I moved to jerk my hand away, not wanting to hurt him any more than I
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