When you needed to cry you went to the nearest broom closet. It was wear you were now staring at the blade laying on the ground in front of you. You felt so alone. Suddenly the door opened up in front of you, and Victor stood there shocked by the scene before him. He quickly step inside and closed the door. You tried to cover up your arms but he was to fast, grabbing your forearm and lifting up the sleeve.
His gaze darkened immediately. "Did you do this?" he asked tilting your head up to look into your eyes. You nodded feeling ashamed. Your hands itched to grab the blade. "Vhy do you cut yourself?"
"It takes the pain of the words away."
"Vhat words?" His grip on your arm tightened, causing you to wince. He noticed and immediately dropped your arm, instead pulling you against his chest. You tucked your head against his neck, too guilty to look him in the eyes.
"The words people say to me." A silent tear trickled down your cheek.
"How bvadly do you need to cut?
"Badly."
He nodded. Taking the blade he placed it in your hand, and drew up his own sleeve. "Vhen cut me instead."
You stared at him in horror and threw the blade away from your body. "Are you crazy? I'm not cutting you."
"Vhy not? If it vill take vhe pain away?"
"It won't. And you don't deserve to be hurt."
"Vhen neither do you," he whispered softly in your ear.
The two of you stayed that way for a while. Him holding you together.
When you finally went to leave the closet, he turned pointing his wand and the blade still on the ground.
"Incendio!" the blade blazed hot and melted into nothing.
He turned back to you.
"Tomorrow at four o'clock. Meet me at the Quiditch field." He grabbed you hand and kissed the inside of your wrist where a scar peeped out. I have something I vant to show you."
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You were a mess. You had know idea what you were supposed to wear or what to look like. You decided on adding just a touch of make up to your face and leaving the rest be. You honestly didn't know what this meeting was meant to be.
Once you arrived at the field you saw Victor standing with a broom in his hand watching you approach.
"Vwe will be be going on a ride." He held out his hand and helped you mount the broom. He then mounted behind you and reached his arms around your body to grab the front of the broom. Then ya'll lifted off the ground and rose higher and higher till y'all were flying high above the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Because of the speed you felt your body slide further against Victor's, giving you goose bumps.
When y'all landed you gasped. Y'all were in a beautiful meadow with brightly colored flowers that popped in the sunlight. And in the middle of it was a picnic blanket with an open basket full of food.
"Its gorgeous. Did you set this all up?"
"Yes. I vanted this to be special."
He sat you down on the soft blanket and took both of you hands in his. "Do you vink you could stop cutting youself?" he asked softly.
You looked down and picked a blade of grass twirling it in your fingers. "I could try."
"Good because I like you, and I don't vant you to be hurting." As he said the he tucked a stray hair behind your ear and leaned your face towards his.
When you felt his lips against your own you smiled. He felt a little rough because of his stubble and you liked it, grabbing his neck and pulling him closer. He responds by lacing his fingers in your hair. The kiss was enough to make you feel loved. Victor pulled away first and looked deep into your eyes.
"Veautiful," he whispered, and wrapped his arms around your body, nuzzling his head into your neck. "If you ever feel vhe need to cut, vhen I will be here for you. Talk to me first."
"Thank you."
In that moment you new things would get better. With Victor here to help you, you knew you would be okay.
(A/N: If y'all have any suggestions as to what I can do better in my writing, I would love to hear them. Also if you liked this chapter please click vote to show your support.)