"What even happened?"

Theodora asked in a gentle voice as she cleaned your cuts on your arms. You had a history of self-harming and you had stopped but you had started getting into a habit of it again after your parents got a divorce. You were sitting on Theodora's desk in her room as she cleaned your cuts. You started to tear up.

Theodora gently cupped your face in her hands and whispered

"Please don't cry, baby girl. It breaks my heart to see you cry.."