3rd person prov
Keith looked at his blade, he will never look at it the same way, it used to make him happy knowing he had parents, but know... It just reminds him that he's garla. sigh he pulls up his sleeves and gets his blade ready, he hesitates, he haven't done this in a long time, he brings the blade down to his skin, one, two three four fiv- his cutting session gets cut of by a knock at the door. "Hello? Keith, can I come in?" I here a voice that is obviously pidge. "U-uh, h-hang on," I replied, I clean up the blood, then open up the door.
"Hey Kieth, I missed you"