You and Luke sat together in the math classroom of your school. Luke, your upperclassman, was also your tutor. He was someone who you’d always wished you were friends with. The session went on like normal, until your pen ran out of ink. You reached over to grab another one, and your sleeve rode up, exposing the cut-littered inside of your arm. Luke’s perceptive gaze didn’t miss a thing. He reached over and gently held your wrist, looking at it seriously.
“What happened here?” he queried.
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