"why, namjoon?" luna would ask;
   she was teary-eyed and her breath was shaky.

namjoon's lips trembled;
   "i'm sad, luna."

luna gently took namjoons arms to the sink;
   washing the blood off his wrists.

namjoon would apologize;
   sniffling from time to time.

luna grabbed the first-aid kit;
   treating his wrists.

namjoon winced at the pain of the rubbing alcohol;
   but he sort of liked it too.

luna grabbed the bandages;
   carefully placing them on the cuts.

she looked up at him;
   she believed she could help him.

luna needed to fix him somehow;
   but you can never fix a broken toy.

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still don't know where i'm going with this

- sami