You thought everything was fine between Jenna and you, she'd always hold you when you relapsed. But you notice the changes in her demeanor, It's the time she takes to give you compliments,the way she always made you sit down so she can brush your hair out once a week, sometimes not letting you leave the table until you ate the rest of your food. It was odd..you took care of yourself..right? Your relapse wasn't that bad to you.Arguments became more frequent but at the end you can never seem to remember what they were about or them even happening,then suddenly,it all stopped. No more arguments,and Jenna loved you all the same.

It's a fantasy,and better being alone,she kept you company,and never let go when you felt like you lost your sanity, relapsing. You'd admit that silence can be comforting,but some nights it can be so suffocating,and whenever you and Jenna fought,you felt like dying from hypoventilation.

The arguments arose again,but as before,for the life of you, you wouldn't remember why. Suddenly,you snapped out of it when Jenna grabbed the back of your neck,bring you into a hug after your screaming match. Your face in her chest as your eyes wondered around the living room,it was blue hour,and there was a small mess of broken vases and thrown books

"I'm sorry for yelling at you,baby" she whispered softly,still holding onto you,her free hand rubbing the slightly faded scars on your wrists..now you remembered why you never remember anything,you disassociated through the fights