Me and Sam arrive in the class, smiling, and go sit in the two seats left, towards the back.
The teacher explains the work, and leaves us to our own devices.
I take out a pen, and start writing, unaware of my sleeve slowly rolling down as I do so. I see Sam stop writing and stare at me, with a hurt expression in his eyes that made me want to cry. "Why'd you do it?" He asked me, in a hushed tone, gesturing towards the scars on my wrist.
"It started off as something to do to cope with reality...and then it just became an addiction...I'm sorry" I say, genuinely meaning it.
He brings my wrist close to his mouth, and kisses the scars softly, leaving me dumbfounded. "Please stop" He says, looking me in the eyes. I nod, willingly.
He opens his arms, and pulls me in for a hug. I rest my head on his shoulder, and stay there for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth his body gives me.
I finally pull away.
"So, uh...do you want to, maybe eat lunch with me?" Sam asks, and I could hear the nervousness in his voice.
"I'd love to" I nod, and flash him a smile. He smiles back, and looks quite releaved.
We continue writing, and I have a smile on my face for the rest of the class.
