Delphine
Involves self-harm.
Delphine was seated in front of the fire, it was late one night. Her sleep had been interrupted by night-terrors, memories of her children, really. She had one of her various knives in one hand and was slicing through her palm, then she was healing it only to repeat the process.
With each bite of pain, she received a brief reprieve from her thoughts, her guilt, and the low self-esteem that only she could create for herself. She didn't sleep for long and knew Noah was often in the same boat. How many times had he caught her with her knives, taken them away, and found her again with yet another knife, repeating the process?
Yet here she was, once more.
Noah
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
