Ash knew about your self harm. Did she judge you for it? Nope. She did anything but judge them. It was almost as if she adored the scars you had.

One night, you were hanging out at Ashley's. She was doodling on your arms with a marker and you could’ve swore you felt the same shape being drawn over and over. You look down at your arms to see Ash drawing hearts near your scars. She was quietly humming to herself as she did so.