Sierra's POV
Well I sat on the counter as I do most days and he stood in front of me and traced the scars and cuts and markings. He started to kiss each one. Saying sorry in the small breath between each time he pressed his lips to a new line. I asked him why he was sorry and he said "All of these are here because I was not. I'm sorry I let you suffer for so long." I told him that they weren't his fault. Not at all he said "But I could've prevented them if I were with you" I told him he couldn't always be there and he said "watch me" and he kissed me again.
He told me " I'm never leaving your side. You are mine and mine alone. I'll stay up every night this month if that's what it takes. To keep you from hurting"
I'm about ready to cry at this point and he says "tell me of all the times you needed me and I was absent. Tell me of the pain you've felt happens again"
And right now he's playing the drums across from me. He's playing my song. The one I wrote when I was in a dark place.
