ｌｏｓｅｒ ˢⁱᵈ ʲᵉⁿᵏⁱⁿˢ / ᶠᵉᵐ ᵒᶜ

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a gentle kiss. i melted into his touch. he wrapped his arms around me. the air was cold, a shiver sent throughout my body.

"you're so... pretty.." he whispered.

his tounge slipped between your lips, exploring my mouth softly.

"s-sid..." i whispered, opening my eyes.

he smiled, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"yeah?"

"i think... you're... so pretty too."

he blushed.

"b-but um..." i stared deeply into his eyes. "i don't think you should be with me."

his brows turned.

"hm?"

"i'm going to tell you the truth." my eyes wandered around his room. "all of it."

"okay.." he whispered.

"i wear sweaters, long sleeves." i began. "even in the summer."

i sighed and began to pull off my sweater.

"um- huh?" sid blushed. he gasped softly once he saw the dried blood and scars. "what... happened?"

"me. i did it myself. i use glass, knives, scissors.. anything, just to... feel something."

"amara..."

"i didn't volunteer at the ward. i was a patient. that's how i met cassie."

"you were a patient... why'd you lie?"

"i don't want to... be the girl who's crazy."

"you're not."

"i am." i paused. "i hurt myself on purpose."

"that doesn't mean you're crazy... it just means you need help."

"but i got help... and i'm still hurting."

"it's okay to hurt." he ran his fingers in my hair, pulling my face to his. "you're... so cool, and..." he smiled. "perfect." he kissed me, just once. "i want to be with you." he ran his fingers across my scars, through the valleys of dried blood and bruises.

his touch made me shiver. sid leaned down and kissed down my neck, sucking gently on the skin.

"s-sid...?"

"mhm?"

"i... want you." i gasped softly. he pulled away from my neck.

"you mean...?"

"yeah..."