More Mitsurobi stuff

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TW: S3lf h4rm, mention of blood and scars, please do not read if you're sensitive to topics like that, thank you

Emma looked down at her scarred and bloody arm, holding the razor she used in the other hand. It hurt... but she needed to do it...

She rinses off the razor, watching the blood flow down the drain with the water. She puts the razor away and opens her medicine cabinet, pulling out her first aid kit.

She then hears the door to her room open and hears a quiet knock on her bathroom door. "Emma..? Are you alright..?"

"Everything's fine Kokoro...!" She quickly pulls out bandages, wraps her arms up, then opens the door after making sure her arms were covered up.

"...Why do I smell blood..?"

"I don't know..." Emma mumbles out, not liking to lie to Kokoro.

"Emma... I can tell you're lying.."

"It's not important.. don't worry about it Koko.."

"If it's not important then why not just tell me..?"

"Because it doesn't matter.. okay? I made a mistake and punished myself for it. It doesn't matter."

"Emma... show me your wrists.."

She hesitantly rolls up her sleeves, showing Kokoro her bandaged wrists. Kokoro gently removed them, revealing the bleeding, but clean cuts, Emma's old burn scars from her father, and some other healed scars, most likely also self-inflicted.

Kokoro takes a deep breath before asking a question that probably difficult to answer, "Emma... how long have you been doing this to yourself...?"

Emma hesitated for a couple minutes. "...S-since I've ran away from my dad..."

"Emma..." She softly wraps her arm back up, looking into the actress's eyes, which were starting to fill with tears. She softly wipes them away, before lifting Emma's arm up and softly kissing her wrist. "You don't need to hurt yourself for making mistakes... you're human... just like the rest of us..."

Emma pulls Kokoro into a tight hug, holding her close as she sobs quietly. Kokoro slowly hugged her back, and they stayed like that for a while.. enjoying the silence and each other's company...

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