Your boyfriend Leon was a very perceptive man. Youd been dating for almost 2 years now and during that time, you never let him touch your thighs. You never wore shorts around him, even when you were getting into bed, you always wore sleeping pants, even during the summer. You never changed in front of him. You never let him see you. Even when you were intimate, you demanded the lights be turned off. He thought you were shy at first, but one day he accidentally brushed against your thigh and you winced in pain. You tried to play it off but he picked up on it. He had a hunch about what was going on, but he never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable by bringing it up.

Until one day, you got a little drunk and spilt something on your pants. He knew how you felt about your privacy but you were absolutely covered in your sticky drink, which left him no choice but to have to help you change.

When you woke up the next morning, your sweet boyfriend was laying beside you, still asleep. You were in only one of his t-shirts and your boxers which didn't bother you. Until you put two and two together about how you ended up in his t-shirt. But when you looked down at your scar covered thighs, you were shocked to see that the scars that you were ashamed of, the scars you intentionally kept hidden because you didn't want your boyfriend finding out and freaking out on you over.. they were covered in little hearts and stars. Each one outlined in precise detail, making your scars beautiful. A work of art.

When you looked back over at your boyfriend, his eyes were on you, watching your reaction to what he'd done. Tears immediately filled your eyes and he scooped you back into his arms.

"Hey there, pretty boy.. it's okay.. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.." He murmured as he held you in his arms. "I'm going to hold you, and when you feel ready, when can talk about it, okay?" He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and for the first time in months, you felt safe.