He felt the scars up and down her arm with the tip of his index finger. Tracing ever indentation that was left by a blade. “Why did you do it?” he asked. She sighed and answered “Because I had to.” His brows furrowed not understanding how she possibly had to do this to herself. “I did it to control the pain.” He trailed kisses from her wrist up to her neck, “I still love you,” he said enclosing her in his arms.