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Tw: Blood, burning, cutting, suicidal thought

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This is the third time this week that Fyodor left for another full day without even giving you a warning. You know that he is a busy man and has things to do, but sometimes it gets rough and feels like you are being neglected. Being with Fyodor means you had to abandoned everything else due to his beliefs which your friends' would judge. Having to pick between your friends and Fyodor, you choose Fyodor because you felt a deep connection.

So having gave up everything for this man who will barely say anything before he leaves for a full day or two hurts.

You got up this morning, no one next to you in bed. Breakfast didn't seem very good today, instead you just laid in bed for an hour before walking to the living room and staring out the window, watching cars pass. The more you watched, seeing everyone heading to work and meeting friends, it made you feel more alone.

Deciding that not eating will do more harm than good, you go to the kitchen planning on making something, but your mind changed as you saw a candle lit. The candle wasn't very large anymore and wax covered the holder underneath it. Looks like Fyodor forgot out blow it out earlier. The thought of his forgetfulness made you have a small smile, but then you started thinking about how you missed him even more.

Grabbing the lit candle, you turned it upside down and the wax drip onto the back of your left hand. It didn't really hurt since it was just wax, but the little burn at the beginning did a little damage. After 13 drops, you pulled the flame down a little but more, it was barely touching your skin, but the heat started making your skin turn darker. Then you finally pulled it down far enough to where it was officially touching your skin. You winced but didn't move the candle.

The door opened as Fyodor walked in, the sight of you with a candle burning your hand wasn't even close to the worse things he's seen but it frightened him the most.

Walking towards you, you finally heard his footsteps, as he grabbed your hand that had the candle, and pulled it back to the holder, blowing it out. He didn't have an angry face, it was emotionless but in truth, on the inside he was very scared.

"Come with me, darling. We will both be okay." Fyodor walked you over to the sink, and turned on the cold water. Seeing the painful expression on your face, he comforted you by rubbing your shoulders. You looked up to him, his gemlike eyes staring back at yours, it was short but you saw a wave of worry in them.

"I'm so sorry Fyodor. You're probably disappointed in me and embarrassed since I'm not strong like you." He saw the tears in your eyes. He put his hand on your cheek, and he laughed when you nuzzled into it. "You didn't do anything wrong darling. Everybody breaks at some point. I wish you would have told me that things have been hard, but I haven't been around so I take part in this."

You put your non-burned hand on his cheek like he did to you, and gave him a short kiss. "Let's bandage up your hand. Promise me you won't scare me like this again."