"why do you insist on hurting yourself?"

ryker didn't know how they ended up here: her eyes bloodshot and shoulders in his grasp as cobalt blue peered down at open wounds.

he hadn't understood how she hasn't came back when she disappeared to the bathroom nor was he able to fathom why exactly she'd relapsed. della's dark blue oversized shirt was hanging off her slightly broad shoulders and her black hair fell to guard her face.

there was red on her shirt and in her hands and on his hands and in her eyes.

kicking the blade away, ryker swallowed back his tears, but back the feeling of betrayal and tried to get her eyes on his but it was pointless.

there were tears in her eyes and hands in her hair.