misunderstood [l.h.]

"why do you have all those wristbands on your wrists?"

he looked up at me his blue eyes staring into mine.

"did you self harm?"
he slowly slides the bands off, his fingers shaking.

"oh luke."

there were scars up and down this wrists. slowly i held up mine,
"you are not alone"

"you don't cover yours up?"
he asked surprised.

i shook my head, "don't need to, i'm not afraid anymore."