"But why? You're beautiful." Keenai pulls away and looks into my eyes.
"I don't feel like it. It doesn't matter who says it or how many times they say it, it just feels like they're lying."
"I don't think they would say you were beautiful if they didn't mean it. I know that I mean it."
My heart feels a little lighter. "Thank you."
"Why cut yourself?" He asks quietly.
I avert my gaze. "It feels good. When I cut, it's all I concentrate on. Everything else is just a speck in the distance. It relieves stress, anger. It soothes me."
Keenai lifts up my chin with two fingers, and leans his face a few centimetres closer.
"Please. Don't hurt yourself. I know it feels good, but please. I can help you find other ways."
I study his face carefully as he says this.
I hadn't noticed it before, but I like the way a dimple appears on the right side of his lips when he talks or smiles.
Before I can think about it, I feel my face get closer to his. I look into his eyes one last time before I close mine again. Our lips collide, and I feel his warmth surround me.
