Realizing that things weren't right takes a very long time. It takes months and months of waking up at three AM, clawing at their skin; it takes months of staring at the water in the sink and wishing if they would just reach out further, further, further it would listen to them and it'd be okay. In these cases, there is no way to heal but time; Alexis rubs concealer over their cheeks and throat and clavicle day after day, to hide the spaces where their skin has gone white-and-pink with irritation and nail-rends and they only really stop reaching for it after Ezra presses their thumb to the paper and they trade their fingerprint away for nothing but an admonishment to stop being so ******** stupid.
It takes time.
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thread title & all drabble titles from richard siken's Little Beast | Crush.