Tyler's sitting up in the tree in his front yard. "What are you doing up there?" "I'm just trying to get a perspective, you should join me." I start to climb up the tree and sit down on the branch beside him. I look down at his arm and notice a scar I've never seen before. "What's that from?" I say pointing at it. "Oh that, I fell out of a tree and broke my arm." he says this with a laugh. "Even though you broke your arm falling out of a tree you still climb things?" "Yeah, why not?" "Because you could fall from something much higher than a tree, and I don't want you to get hurt." "I won't get hurt babe I promise." "You better not." He then turns over my hand and says "So how did you get that scar?" he's pointing at a circular scar on the side of my hand. "Oh, I fell of my bike and a stick went through my hand." "Well you don't need to ride a bike anymore babe." he says this with a smirk and I hit him in the arm. "Be quiet." we both laugh and I lay my head on his shoulder and I know that as long as I'm with him I'll always be safe.
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