°•~☆~◇~☆•°STORY°•♧~♤~♧~♤♧ you came in his room to see him holding a plush of you. his tears are soak in his pillow. a knife on his bed side table with his blood on it and his wrists bleeding you try to say his name but he cuts you off you:shadow-♧~Shadow milk cookie~◇:(your name) don't you understand privacy? and and did you forget how to knock?he hides his wrist
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