Valentina was done pretending to be strong. The urge to cut grew each day. She knew that it would break Grantaire’s heart to find her like that, and what if he should see her cuts. She sat on the bedroom floor, her back pressed against he bed side. One cut, that was all she needed, he wouldn’t know! he wouldn’t see it. She took a deep breath, and held the razor within her hand. Then she lead it to her thigh, making one long deep cut on the top of her thigh. It hurt, but the pain made her satisfied somehow;; she knew that it would hurt her lover greatly, make everything worse, but she couldn’t stop it, she had to do it. 

Warm blood ran down her legs.Her hands were completely covered as well. She hid her face within the blood stained hands, and started weeping. She hoped that she wouldn’t be found, but she couldn’t move anywhere.

1. thoughtsfromacynic reblogged this from une--petite--beaute and added:

   une—petite—beaute: “I can’t wait till she’s older” he smiled “I already adore her”

2. une--petite--beaute reblogged this from thoughtsfromacynic and added:

   “I know” She giggled, and rolled her eyes slightly “It doesn’t matter, it’ll be fine”

3. thoughtsfromacynicr reblogged this from une--petite--beaute and added:

   “We can tomorrow.” He smiled

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