Rose's POV
"Rose, can I talk to you?" Mitch asked me.
"Yeah, of course." I replied.
He took my hand and pulled me outside.
"What's wrong, Mitch?" I asked him, knowing he was nervous about something.
"I'm sorry," He said.
"Mitchie, what's there to be sorry for?"
"I'm sorry for leaving you, and just leaving you hanging. I know I hurt you. And I'm really fucking sorry." He said, holding back tears.
"Mitch, look at me." I said. He looked at me, but not directly into my eyes.
"I'm not mad at you. I was mad, but I was mostly just hurt, and broken."
"What do you mean 'broken,' Rose?"
I sighed, rolling up the sleeves of my jacket. I turned my wrists over and showed him the scars that were going up and down my arms.
He started to breath heavily, and he sat completely still.
"Tha...that's my fault." He said, his voice breaking.
"Mitch, stop. Please, I'm okay now." I told him.
He pulled me into a tight hug, and buried his head in my chest.
"I'm sorry for leaving," He muttered, "I'm so sorry."
"I love you, Mitch."
"I love you, too, Rose"
