No words

Hide

Whatever was in that stained journal Skylar wanted to hide.
"It's nothing. I don't want to talk about it right now." She rushed out, tripping over herself as she put it away.
I stood up and brought her back over to the bed so I could hug her.
" I didn't cut when I got home." I wrote in the journal, Skylar smiled as her lavender eyes read it.
"Can I see your wrist again then?" I nod as I give it to her.
Her delicate fingers traced over the scars, my imperfections.
Once again like earlier, she brought her lips down to the skin.
Kissing them.
My skin began to tingle and I smile.
I begin to play with her hair, it was extremely soft and fluffy.
Before I knew it I was drifting off from her small soft kisses in my wrist.