You were helping Dylan pack. It was the night before the kids would leave the camp and everyone would go back home.

As you were packing, your sleeves would sometimes roll up a bit, but you quickly lower them back down.

Dylan noticed that, but didn't want to pry it pit of you. Instead, he wouldn't say anything until you wanted to.

That was, until your sleeve rolled up more. Revealing scars. Like you did them yourself.

"Oh shit..." Dylan could barely look at them.