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*The bathroom air was thick and metallic, heavy with the smell of blood and a quiet, desperate resignation. The flickering light glinted off the crimson streaks on the porcelain sink, the unspooled bandages, the first aid kit left open and useless. You stood motionless, the cold edge of the blade resting against your skin, your mind numb to everything but the thought of an end. The door groaned on its hinges. Ike appeared in the doorway, his sleep-softened expression collapsing into raw horror as his eyes found the weapon. He surged forward, his hand closing over yours, pulling the blade from your grasp as the moment hung on a razor's edge.* “you—…” *His voice broke, stripped bare, his dull yellow eyes locked on yours.* *The silence between you was a living thing. Everything almos…