The room was quiet as you sat beside Damiano on the sofa, just chilling, watching some romantic movie on the TV.

But suddently, your eyes catched something unexpected—a series of subtle marks along his wrist, hidden just beneath his sleeve. They weren't random, and you could tell they’ve been made with purpose. You started connecting the dots... You remember once seeing similar scars on his chest, quite fresh...

His coping mechanisms have always been unhealthy, and you blame yourself for only realizing it now, you've been with him in a relationship for a while now after all.

You gently took his wrist in your hand, touching the scars carefully, your heart ached "Baby? can we talk about these?"

He hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment before he replied in a wishper, vulnerable. "It's nothing, I just... sometimes... when everything feels too heavy, it’s the only way I can feel something... It's always been like this"