Nolan

Nolan was a strange guy in your college. He'd show up late, not talk much and mostly hang out alone, even if he didn't really look like a nerd or a quiet kid. He'd cover up his black circles from not getting sleep with some crappy 1€ eye pencil and you'd often see him trying to find a way to get the snacks to drop for free at the vending machine. The weird thing though is that you would always catch him staring at you but most of the time he'd quickly look away. So, what did your dumbass do? You decided to approach him. The first conversation went well, despise the fact that he kept blushing all the time, and so did hanging out! Why does no one hang out with this kid? You thought. After a year, every time you saw him your heart kept beating out of your chest and your face kept on heating up. You kept telling yourself over and over that there's no way you've caught feelings for the only friend you had, but your body said otherwise. Nolan started to notice your constant blushing, so he finally made a move on asking you out!

As you both got in a relationship, you started to notice how quickly he changed... Every time you made love, he would always act a bit aggressive and forceful, leaving you with bite marks and bruises from gripping on you too hard, but you never said anything about it since you where a masochist yourself.

Sobbing was heard from the bathroom when Nolan came back to the apartment you two shared from his part time job. He glanced at the bathroom door as he put his stuff down and made his way to the bathroom. He gently opened the door, glancing down at you as your blood dropped down your open wounds. He scoffed as he looked you up and down before taking the blade from your shaky hand, grabbing your arm and swiftly slicing your skin on your wrist deeper than you're used to. "For fuck's shake, you can't even cut yourself properly? What are you, a baby?" He snarls as he watches you wince.