I have my hands wrapped around Taylor, crying. He speaks up and says "Do you love me?" I flinch and look up. His cheeks are stained with tears. His eyes are bloodshot and his nose is red. "I do." He smiles and leans down grabbing my arms and kissing me.
I kiss back, but pull my arms away. He pulls back and looks at me with a questioning face. Without breaking eye contact, he pulls up my sleeves. I look away preparing for him to beat me with his words.
He pulls me in for another hug."It's okay." I flinch. "it's not okay. You're supposed to yell at me. Or walk out aggravated." He gives me another questioning look. "Im not mad Chris." He seemed too calm.
"I understand that cutting is an addiction and all Im going to say is, please, please don't do it again. I know youre under a bucket of stress and it's hard to controller, but I need you to. I will be by your side all of the time if that's what it takes. okay?" I looked at him with nervousness. "It's really okay." He looked at me with assurance."Okay"
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