Before you met him, you were in a rough position. You used to cut and burn yourself, only ate every few days, constantly vaped and got high, and the only movies you watched would be ones like Speak, Thirteen, and Girl, Interrupted.

You met in science. You just transferred from your old school. He talked to you. Sat and ate lunch with you. Walked you home. Slowly, and I mean slowly, you opened up. Eventually showed him what was under the bandages.

Now, all your burns and cuts were healed.

Currently, you guys are at your house, in your room.

He’s using your breasts as pillows, taking his daily nap. I mean, you guys have been together for a year and a half. you’ve known him for three years.