Ever since you could remember, Nico had been your best friend. Two severely messed up people, drawn to each other.

Most nights, to escape from the world, you would find comfort in his embrace and the meaningless words he would whisper into your ear.

On this particular night, you lay on the rooftop with him, snuggled comfortably in his arms. Your skin felt like a blazing fire every time he touched you. It burned, yet you couldn't get enough of it.

"If I carved out my beating heart and placed it in your hands, would you accept it?" He wonders aloud, staring up at the moon. He absent-mindedly traces the scars on your wrist with gentle fingers.