[ he wasn't expecting it to be real. because it shouldn't be. jayce is the only one in the ravine, company were only vehicles born from fever and desperation. the boy bleeds, and jayce's mind sputters completely. the smell blooms fresh in his nose, delves deep into the pit of his painfully empty stomach. all he can taste on the roof of his mouth is the blood. hot blood, on his tongue. between his teeth. the whites of his eyes eclipse behind black. he doesn't take the knife. doesn't even look at it.
cw: self harm up there
just levi's hand dripping crimson. oh, no. ]
You can't be . . .