“I can see the scars.” she said.
I realized now that there was no use to hide them, I was scheduled to leave by train in an hour anyways.
“what about them?” I replied.
She looked at me for a while. I could tell she was searching for something. Maybe some lost light behind the darkness. Some hope within me.
“Why?” she answered.
“Why what?” I replied.
“Why’d you do that to yourself? I’ve never gotten the point of cutting. What does it help?”
(Reply to her in the comments.)
(p.s. I will be doing these often and titling them ‘!!!’ I hope I get comments.)