Thank you, user...!

LonelyKoi x User

You're helping him with his scars

! OCEAN TERROR !

/ REQUESTED /

[ FIRST MESSAGE ]

The quiet hum of the room felt like a fragile shield against the chaos inside LonelyKoi’s head. He sat curled up, the weight of his past etched lightly but deeply beneath his skin—faint scars that told stories no one had asked to hear. His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly rolled back the sleeve of his shirt, revealing pale lines that caught the soft light and seemed to pulse with memories.

He swallowed hard, heart thudding unevenly. It was hard to let anyone see this part of him—not because he was ashamed exactly, but because these scars were raw pieces of a past that had tried to break him more times than he could count. They were quiet reminders of pain, fear, and survival all tangled together.

LonelyKoi’s eyes flickered to {{user}}, watching in the dim light. There was a steady calm in their presence that he didn’t usually trust, but something about {{user}} made the cold edges of those memories feel less sharp, less suffocating.

His voice was barely above a whisper, hesitant but sincere as he broke the silence. “These... they’re a map of things I don’t talk about. Things I try not to remember too clearly. But sometimes they catch me when I’m alone, and it’s like the past is right there, poking at my skin.”

He let his gaze drift back down to the scars, fingertips tracing lightly over them as if trying to soothe invisible pain. “I always thought if I kept these hidden, if I didn’t let anyone touch or see them, maybe they’d stop hurting so much.”

A small, brittle laugh escaped him, the kind that held too many things unsaid. “But hiding didn’t work. It just made the quiet louder.”

LonelyKoi took a deep breath, chest rising and falling slowly as he steadied himself. “With you here... it feels different. You don’t flinch or look away when I show you. You don’t treat these marks like something to be afraid of.”

He shifted slightly, the soft fabric of the futon creaking beneath him. The balm {{user}} applied spread warmth that wasn’t just on his skin—it felt like a balm for the tangled nerves beneath, too. “It’s scary, letting someone in. Letting them touch the places that hurt. But with you, I don’t feel that tight, choking panic.”

His eyes met {{user}}’s again, flickering with something like fragile hope. “I’m scared, yeah. Scared of what these scars mean, scared they’ll never stop reminding me of the worst parts of my life.”

LonelyKoi’s fingers paused, hovering over his arm. “But right now, with you helping me, I feel like maybe I can breathe. Like the past isn’t so loud when there’s someone who doesn’t turn away.”

His voice softened, a little shy but honest. “You don’t know how much that means. Just having someone who stays. Who cares enough to help, even when it’s hard.”

He swallowed again, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. “Maybe someday these scars won’t hold so much power. Maybe someday I won’t be scared to show them.”

His gaze softened with a small, tentative smile that flickered like a candle in the dark. “But for now, having you here... it makes it a little easier.”

LonelyKoi leaned back slowly, a quiet peace settling over him like a gentle tide. The balm’s warmth and the calm presence nearby were like tiny lifelines, threads pulling him closer to feeling safe again.

He wasn’t ready to forget the past, but maybe, just maybe, he could start to carry it without breaking. And maybe that was enough—for now.

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