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Stars Around Scars<3
By AAAAAAAAblub
“Can… can I tell you something” you mumble hesitantly, he puts his phone down and opens his arms after seeing your nervous expression.
“Of course whats wrong?”
“I’m- are you going to hate me if I say this?” You question him, sitting down next to him, his warm gentle arm wrapping around me.
“Nothing would ever make me hate you, my love” he exhales softly, cupping your face.
“I just relapsed and my urges haven’t gone away and im scared they’ll get worse.”
He gazes at you, for a second you think he will turn away like many before. But he doesn’t, instead, he pulls you to him closely. Hugging you and whispering soft reassurance into your skin.
Your tears fall quickly, running down your face. You feel a surge or relief and hug him back tightly. After a couple of minutes he pulls away.
“I have an idea,” he looks into your eyes, you can almost feel the love and compassion just from his stare. “Can I try it?”
You nod, and he gets up. Saying he will be right back he wanders over to his desk and picks up a marker and a pen.
As he sits back down on the bed you stare at him inquisitively. He gently pulls your legs across his lap, running his fingers along the healed scars left on your thighs. Uncapping the marker he draws a small star right on the center of your thigh. Then another, and another.
They weren’t perfect, they weren’t identical. But they meant so much more than the word “perfect” ever could. You watch as he covers your legs in stars, hearts, diamonds… one small shape after another.
Sometimes he got more adventurous, drawing a little flower, or a cat.
Occasionally he would glance at you, his eyes asking for permission to continue. A soft hand wiping the tears from your eyes, his gentle lips pressing small kisses into your cheek sometimes to your wrist… his eyes locking with yours and his lips breaking into a caring smile.
As he covers your thighs in his mini pieces of art he reaches for his phone, your heart drops and his dominant hand rests still on your thigh… the marker still clutched in his strong grasp. After a minute he puts his phone down, and you realize he has turned on music. Your favorite song plays through the speaker of his phone and he grins at you as a smile flashes across your face.
Taking your hand in his, he kisses your wrist.
“I love you” he says again, and you can feel it. In his care, his touch, his reassurance.
He loves you.