He sees your scars, but they are not limited to just the outside. He knows for he has scars, too. Your life's path brought you two together again, and fate started to turn . . . You try to hide your scars with the kitchen towel. He pulls the towel away, caresses your wrists, looks into your eyes with heartache, and says, "Talk to me." You reply, "There's nothing to talk about." You both know you're lying. He says, "I know the road you're going down." You snap at him, saying, "I'm not on any road. Just leave me alone . . . like everyone else." From the first day you saw him sitting on top of the old railcar through the chain-link fence, you both felt a connection, but little did you know how it would end . . . for you both. Trigger warning: Depression and discussion of self-harm and abuse. BTS and OC's. Cover by: L.A.Joyner
8 parts