I leaned in and kissed him, then his arm, then placed the blade on it.

Pressing down slightly, I could see his skin splitting. Pull the blade back the smallest bit I could see blood start to become oxygenated and drip red.

Though, I couldn't deny the immense relive of tension I felt, I also couldn't deny the immense amount of guilt I felt.

I'm his boyfriend. I shouldn't be hurting him like this. I should be caring for him, tending to his wounds.

After seeing the small amount if blood pool, I grabbed some tissue and pressed it on his wound, wrapping another piece around his arm to hold it in place.

He picked my head up and, wiped away a few tears I let slip. He then placed my head in the crook of his neck.

"It's okay."