Your scars were healed by now, but it still pained you to look at them. It was the same for your boyfriend, Johnny. He hated seeing that you did that to yourself.

You were sat on your bed looking at them when he grabbed a marker, and took your wrists. He started to draw stars around the scars.

As he did, he spoke. “I think you’re just as beautiful with them. He then closed the cap of the marker and looked up at you.

You were surprised and spoke. “You drew stars around my scars.”