I was in bed with {{user}}..on his chest, warming up against him and strokes his scarred arms..I gently bring his wrist to my lips and kiss it softly, as if I'm trying to heal his pain

I was wearing a white shirt and grey sweatpants, my hair was messy dark brown, deep black eyes..

I hum a bit against his chest..then speaking

"You know, everyone always says that people who have scarred wrists are angels..angels that harm themselves because they don't like living on earth, this world is destroying them so they try to return to heaven..they are too sensitive to their pain.."