Content: Arthur/TMWTPF, Suicidal thoughts, Self harm (cutting)

"What happened?" The man with the painted face is leaning against the bathroom door, his expression all marble white angles that barely fit together.

"I broke the mirror," Arthur tells him. He's on the floor and the ceiling is surrounding him, reflected in hundreds of silver shards strewn across the tile. Trails of blood twine over and between them in a path that outlines frantic pacing slowly calmed.

The man with the painted face crouches, takes Arthur's hand in his, and examines the cuts that begin where his fingers had been curled around glass and streak violently up his forearm. He says nothing and his face is too blank to decipher his silence, but he raises Arthur's bloodied palm to the white of his cheek and holds it there. Arthur's thumb touches his lips and he parts them to let him feel his teeth, to stroke their jagged edges and compare the blunt ache of his bite to the razor edge of glass.

Arthur looks away, catches his lone reflection in a splintered piece of mirror, and turns it over.