Just Saying

The Way

DREW'S POV
I never cry and she knows that.

So this was big.

I can't believe she actually got that tattooed on her.

And that monologue she said, it was just perfect.

And that picture.

Oh god that picture.

I can't stop looking at it.

How long did that take her?

She truly is something special.

I kept looking down at her collarbone to see the tattoo.

It was covered with the plastic film until it healed.

But it just looks so perfect.

She's perfect.

I pulled her closer until her head was almost on my lap.

"Baby, why are you so perfect?" I asked her.

"Believe me babe, I'm not." She said.

"Yes you are." I argued.

"How many people do you know ger rear ended from leaving school?" She asked me.

"It was an accident and you know people on that street drive like idiots." I said.

"Okay fine. Well how many people do you know hurt themselves when they say they've stopped?" She asked.

She instantly covered her mouth.

"What?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"Nothing." She said.

"Are you still?" I asked.

She kept shaking her head.

I grabbed her arm and looked at it.

"Chloe." I said.

She looked at me with sad eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it makes me feel better." She said.

"Chlo, please stop. I've been telling you this for eight years now." I pleaded her.

"I'm trying but I just can't." She sighed.

"You can fight this. You're stronger than you think." I said.

She sighed.

"Please. For me." I pleaded.

"Fine. Just cause I love you so much." She said.

"And I love you so much more." I said kissing her scars.