You were sitting in your room together, her head on your lap while you read your book, meanwhile gently stroking through your hair. She loved it, how you both didn't always need words

She could slightly see your healed scars underneath your hoodie. She already knew about them, you told her, despite never talking about the reason and always covering them up

She really hoped that someday, you'd feel safe enough to tell her more about yourself...After all, you were the first person that ever made her feel like this. Until then, she'll just be here and let you know your not alone. And that she loves you, with all your bruises and scars

Quietly, she took your hand, softly placing a kiss on your wrist where your scars were just slightly shown above the edge of your sleeve