Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-28412230-20170408183724

''The ombre flinched, the question leaving him completely off-guard. He furrowed his brows, eventually adjusting himself so he sat crisscrossed on his legs; he really didn't want to explain why he did this to himself, but he guessed that curiosity might kill the cat one day.''

''"It's a bit complicated," he began, ceasing to wash Wendy's hair as he let them rest in the water, blinking his royal blue eyes, "Something... Happened not too long ago, and it made me depressed..." Throughout his explanation, he noticed that the words he was using may confuse the girl while he clarified, "I was really sad, I mean... It made me not eat, sleep, or feel happy for about a week."''

Eventually, his soapy hands rested on the ridge of the tub, tracing shapes on the porcelain, mentally bracing himself for the rest of it.

"I brought a knife with me, went to this bathroom, and... Started cutting my arm to the point I bled out, and almost died," he finished, the wave of his melancholy grew heavier as he hung his head, his forehead now pressed against the tub's ridge.