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Honestly.....he should really stop this routine he set up since it's unhealthy and not really good for his mental health but everything he even attempts to stop it within a couple days, he stares at his hands for a second too long before he was interrupted by one of his friends and would always brush off their concerned questions with a slight grin.
He knew that it wasn't mentally healthy for him to keep it all in and not saying anything but at the same time, he's the only one out of the group that have the memories of their past lives and.....he wouldn't want them to relive it. Even he doesn't want to relive them but in the back of his head, he felt like he deserve it.
Just as he was going to sleep, he glanced at his hands for a moment before freezing up as he caught a glimpse of red as a feeling of bugs crawling started to form underneath the skin of his hands.
"Need to..." he trailed off as he quickly turned on the sink before starting to wash his hands raw in an attempt to wash off the blood that he could only see.
"The blood just won't come off."