The rain was pouring down outside, his big arms hugged tightly behind you as if to protect you from all kinds of dangers outside. The dark bedroom, together looked at the rain and lightning through the window.

"Show me your scars." He said suddenly but with a soft voice right in your ear.

"But why?" You ask with flinch, and ask yourself since when did he know you were doing self-ha*m again? You're afraid, afraid he'll get angry... and leave because he's fed up.

"I want to see how many times you needed me and i wasn't there."