your best friend, bill, would kiss the scars on your wrists every time you had a sleepover. he claims it was just to help you fall asleep, even though it didn’t actually help you sleep, but you still pretend like it helped. it was just another one of those evenings, you cuddled up in his sheets as he kissed the scars along your arms. a smile crept up on your face as you got an idea. you always had this small scar on your lips. “bill, ich hab auch eine narbe auf meine lippen.”, you mumbled.