he lifted the sleeve of his shirt and showed her the fresh yet old scars, like every time it healed he had cut it open again at the same place.
'first it was this, but then it turned to starving to overdosing and i knew hopeless optimism is bullshit, i should just do it, but every time i try to do it, i just...' his voice trailed off.
she placed an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close like they were best friends. 'i never knew what someone else can go through. clearly, a lot,' she whispered to no one.