Deliberate scars across the skin, done to herself. Digging in. 

Deliberate scars to show her pain. Standing bleeding in the rain. 

Why did she do the scars so deep? What was she looking for?

Pain? Sleep?

He put his hand upon her arm, he felt the scars. The blood was warm. 

He wrapped her up in his embrace, wondering if he could erase, the scars she had upon her skin. 

She settled against him, let him in. 

She knew he cared, she heard his words 

She knew he’d be there, felt his love.

Life changed for her in that moment of time. 

The love for her, his only crime.