Picking Petals

Letter 13

What are those I asked you today as I gazed at your left wrist.
You rushed to cover them up but I had already seen them.
Scars.
I reached out to take your hand as you told me it was nothing. I grasped your arm and pulled your sleeve up.
Four straight lines going across the vein.
You looked down as ashamed as I ran my thumb lightly over each scar.
I traced each a last time before I looked up to see your face.
You were looking at me weirdly.
Like you wanted to say something...but you didn't.
Sincerely,Your New Best Friend.