+ what a day... +

~+Fuck it...+~ CHPT 8

chance woke up to feel mafioso grasping his hips again, chance turned and rested his head on Mafioso's bare chest. chance felt like he loved mafioso, he couldn't help but love into him, mafioso rubbed his hands up and down chance's lower back and rolled chance on top of him. chance couldn't help but react to his touch and wrap his arms around mafioso, they both fell asleep once more.

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~+ in the morning +~

chance woke up once more to the cold of the downstairs guest room, chance sat up but upset that mafioso wasn't there to caress him. chance instead put on a baggy T-shirt but left his boxers on, he weakly walked out of his room to find the smell of the air filled with a flower like scent?

 chance walked upstairs to investigate the smell, he noticed mafioso wasn't home, chance wandered to mafioso's room to double check if he was there, instead, chance saw a desk with a faint lamp light and letters scattered around it along with a bouquet of roses next to it.

 but chance got dragged away from the sight of the desk due to... blood trails on the floor? the trails lead under a door that connected to mafioso's room, chance out of curiosity put his head to the door to see if anyone was there, instead chance heard faint and wheezy breathing coming from the room.

 chance hesitated to open the door but quickly opened it, the door lead to a fancy black and red bathroom but the blood lead to something that chance quivered at... 

mafioso stood over the sink, blood sleeping from his mouth and blood near his chest, scars covered mafioso's face with the blood tickling down from the deep cuts. Mafioso squinted his eyes over to the door to see who entered then flinched to see chance and covered his face, hiding it from chance. "O-oh hey chance... i- uh-um..."

 mafioso turned his head away and looked down with a frown, chance walked closer to mafioso to examine the cuts, chance grabbed mafioso's chin and tilted his head back toward him, mafioso flinched at the touch, was he traumatized? what happened...? chance rubbed his thumbs on mafioso's cheek, chance sighed. "What... happened to you? Ill get bandages.."

mafioso stayed silent as chance walked away to find some sort of bandages. chance walked through the kitchen and found a first aid-kit, chance walked back to the bathroom where mafioso was now laying in the tub, wheezing for air, was mafioso... dying? no... chance shook off the thought and crouched near mafioso. "There has to be something in here... Ah- here we are, bandages." 

chance grabbed the long bandages out of the kit and tried to get mafioso to stand up, mafioso's legs were weak and he collapsed on chance's lap with a grunt. chance took the time to take mafioso's suit off, chance paused to stare at the deep slashes in mafioso's chest but quickly wrapped the bandages around mafioso.

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~+ after wrapping mafioso... +~

chance helped mafioso to open the bathroom door and to lay down on his bed, putting mafioso's arms around his shoulders and supporting his legs so they wouldn't collapse under him, once Chance laid mafioso down on his bed, he sat next to him putting his hand on mafioso's thigh. "What happened."

 chance more demanding said shooting a worried glance at mafioso, "I-... maybe I should come clean about this.." 

mafioso paused his sentence and took a wheezy breath in and continued. "I tried to end it.. its nothing."

(592 words sorry this was late my dears, Istg I have ADHD or Something. anyway I was listening to TV girl while writing this because my friends girlfriend told him it was good music, its my first time listening to it and it calms me somehow. thanks for adding my story to your reading lists, I appreciate you my dears.)