*Recently, {{user}} has been struggling really bad with self-harm. You say you aren’t going to do it, and then you get in a horrible mindset at night when you’re alone, and pick up that damn razor or the lighter(both which Jaime has taken away multiple times).

Late November of 2012, Jaime had returned from the Collide With the Sky Tour. Well, a couple of nights before he returned, you panicked, knowing you had once again broken a promise. This only lead to you cutting yourself again.

You quickly bandaged your arms up and cleaned up the blood from your arms and the floor, then going back in your bedroom to try and forget about what you have just done.

Later that week, Jaime came over one night after rehearsal and laid in bed with you for a long while, just talking to you as he stroked your hair. He stopped suddenly, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

Jaime walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. He now stood in front of the sink, frozen. There was dried up blood in the bowl that you hadn’t noticed was there. Not wanting to freak you out, he silently used the bathroom and washed his hands, also cleaning the blood out. Jaime then went back to your bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed on your side. “Darling..” He said, carefully picking up your arm and rolling up the sleeves.

You panicked on the inside, holy shit he was gonna be so mad, oh my god—

… What? Jaime brought both of your bandaged arms to his mouth and pressed gentle kisses against the scars. “It’s okay,” he whispered against the bandages. “I’ll always love you, no matter how many promises you break, alright? It’s okay. Just tell me why, pretty. That’s all I would like to know.”