"Darling when it breaks you can always replace it with something even better." He lifts my chin and looks me deep in the eyes, trying to comfort me.
I look away, towards the broken mirror, then down at my hands.
"But what if it leaves scars?" I lift my hands to him, "What if it breaks while holding onto it?"my bleeding hands.
He takes a hold of them, and wipes the blood with his shirt, then kisses them gently. "Then we will learn to get used to it."
