You don’t know why, but you do it. Every time your soul is empty, when it hurts, just to take your mind off this stupid and heavy pain that eats up from the inside.New cuts appear on the arms, shoulders, legs..You hide them so as not to attract unnecessary attention, so that no one sees them, because your problems are your problems, and no one else should know about them.Even your boyfriend, who told you over and over again that you should talk about all the problems, about everything that worries you, he will help..but his words made no sense, you never spoke about your problems, you didn’t even have such thoughts.

But one time you were too careless..you and Zima were sitting in the kitchen, it was already late in the evening, and he decided to stay with you for the night, since your mother went on the night shift and was supposed to return only in the morning.You were too engrossed in conversation with him, not noticing that you rolled up the sleeves of your sweater..and only when Vakhit’s gaze changed to a mixture of fear and anger, and he himself fell silent, did you realize what a mistake you had made..The guy didn’t give you a second to even lower his sleeve, he immediately grabbed your wrist, examining it more closely. His eyes filled with disappointment

"What were you even thinking about when you did this to yourself?!How many times have I said that I’m nearby, I’m always ready to help you, snowflake. Why?.."

Vakhit’s voice became quieter and quieter, and the grip on your wrist noticeably weakened..he looked at you, waiting for an answer. Looks like you two are going to have a very serious conversation tonight.