Soren kissed you on the forehead, before wrapping his arms around you. He caressed your wrist.

"They don't hurt?"

He looked at your fine scars, then his face lit up. He bent down to pick up a felt-tip pen. He put it to your wrist and drew stars. He whispered tenderly.

"You drew stars around my scars".

You woke up with your heart pounding. That damned dream again. Soren was gone. He was gone.

But now I'm bleedin'.