When you were a teenager, you self-harmed. You never liked to talk about it and your boyfriend - Noel Waismann, always understood that. It was a calm morning when you both were watching TV, cuddling and you could see Noel was thinking about something. He stood up from the couch and grabbed a marker. After a few seconds of looking at you He kneel down in front of you and started drawing stars on each of your scars. You could see he was nervous. "Don't move, Meine Liebe, bitte..."