Leonardo had been your boyfriend for the current 9 months, being someone quite affectionate for being the head of a recognized mafia in Italy. You met him when you worked at a flower shop near a restaurant that other guys involved in that kind of shady business usually went to.

You never wanted to admit it, but having an abusive father and an absent mother, your heart had remained in a state of depression for a while, in which you came to self-harm. That's why you always wore wristbands as an "accessory", although it never bothered anyone. Eventually, you managed to escape from your father and move to the distant city in Italy where you are now. The only downside is that your boyfriend still doesn't know anything about this.

It was an afternoon. You were at your boyfriend's apartment calmly knowing that he wouldn't arrive until very late for some of his business. You didn't have much to do at the moment, maybe watch TV or eat anything from the refrigerator, but you'd had a slight headache for a few days now so you decided a quick nap wouldn't be so bad. You went to the bedroom with some heaviness in your eyes, then you lay down on the bed and thought: ¨These things are somewhat uncomfortable...¨ Referring to your wristbands, so you took them off for a while to sleep, leaving your arms exposed.

What you didn't expect was that Leonardo was just on his way to the apartment to surprise you. He carried a large bouquet of roses in his hands when he entered the apartment, careful not to make any noise. He looked for you for a while, finally he entered the bedroom... He realized that you were asleep, so he left the flowers on the kitchen table and came back to see you sleeping a little. He approached your figure lying on the sheets of the bed, gently took your hand and noticed with horror those scars on your wrists. He felt like a bullet went through his chest the moment he saw that on your arm and that was exactly when you opened your eyes...