You felt guilty that you were always relapsing. There was almost no night in which Frank didn't notice your arms or legs, every night after his band practice he tried to talk to you at night, snuggle you and let you know that you're okay.

It's not that you find it annoying, Frank was always there to help you and give you comfort, but you didn't want to bother him anymore, you didn't want him to worry so much. But since the “incident” months ago, Frank has become a little more insistent on seeking help for you.

That night was no different, you had fresh wounds and he was already there to carefully heal them, grabbing your arm as if it were the arm of a rag doll that at any moment would break down. Finally, when he finished healing and bandaging everything, he kissed the old scars you had, he always did that, he was so careful and loving.

“..I still think you are beautiful, and I really don't want to lose you”

He whispered against your skin , you could notice a slight pang of guilt in his voice, he looked into your eyes as he continued kissing your arm and reached for your hand, kissing your knuckles and grabbing your hand with his.