you’re dating bill. you used to struggle with your mental health, and now the only remaining evidence of it is your scars. you’re insecure of them. today, you two were sitting together, and he noticed you looking down at your thighs a lot, making sure your shorts hadn’t ridden up and they weren’t showing. he moves to sit between your legs, sliding your shorts up. he starts kissing along your healed up scars. “i still think you’re beautiful, baby, you know that, don’t you?” he mumbled softly.