*Grab*
"What do you think you're doing, huh, Hiel!?"
Tyra grabbed his hand instantly, shock blazing in her auburn eyes. She held his hand tightly, refusing to let him go.
Even Hiel himself was confused. He was unsure of what he was doing, and only then when Tyra held his hand, did he realize what had happened, and what she had just prevented.
Sharp pin-like formations of sand sprung out of his fingers, and a trail of blood trickled gently down his throat, tickling the skin there.
Tears formed in his eyes as he understood what he had almost attempted to do.
He had tried to kill himself.
"I'm sorry, Tyra," He spoke weakly, defeated, "I'm so, so, sorry."
Crying was an option, and he couldn't help himself from doing so. He wasn't one who easily shed tears, he wasn't as emotional as Eva, or as sympathetic and sentimental as Tristan, but this time, he didn't know what to do, other than letting the tears casually fall from his eyes.
