"You're an angel, simply trying hard to find her way home... Those scars, they're misunderstood, others that don't know that pain, they mock you, but me? I see them as medals and signs of strength, ugly?, no i see them as signs of beauty, each and every one of them, and I'd kiss them all and tell you that they make you beautiful, because they do..."
-This memory, this memory was one Ashira held dear along with many others as she fought the internal conflict and horrible thought of cutting and or killing herself-
A: I- I can't do this! It isn't right! I cant take myself away from him!
*Throws the blade to the other side of the room and lies back in bed crying, outside her window, the nights weather matches her glum mood, raining and thundering*
Th-thank you... Ji, For saying that... For being with me always... For being you.
*She smiled and found herself calm once again*
Maybe I'm not the angel, but you are...
