I scrolled down through the comments of my recent Instagram post, a picture of me and Devan.

Some of the comments were nice and some were harsh.

I didn't let get into my head since I was used to a little bit of hate but one caught my eye.

I clicked it and it read "did anybody else notice her scars on her wrists?"

Tears threatened to spill out but I shut my eyes.

No one knew about my self-harming past.

I was never planning on telling Devan since we barely started dating.

A knock on my door woke me from my deep thoughts.

I got up and opened it and I gasped as it was Devan smiling.

"BABE!"

"Hey baby girl!" responded Devan bare hugging me.

I sighed into his chest as he hugged me tighter.

"What's wrong?" asked Devan sitting down on my bed.

"Nothing why?"

"You seem worried about something," said Devan putting a strand of hair off my face.

"It's just uh I was reading some comments"

"(Y/n) I've told you there are some hurtful ones and I don't want you getting hurt" said Devan giving me a worried look.

"Yeah about that... Someone commented saying, "did anybody else notice her scars on her wrists?" And I wanted to talk to you about that"

Devan's face dropped and became pale, "N-no you self-harm?"

"I used to. I was in deep pain and very depressed. And I thought cutting was the best answer which of course wasn't. I got help and I've been clean for almost two years"

"I am sorry that happened but I'm so glad you got help and became clean!" said Devan hugging me and picking me up.

"I love you, Devan. Thank you for still being here with me"

"Of course I would! I wouldn't leave you for something you accomplished!" said Devan smiling.

"Want to cuddle and watch movies?"

"DUH!" said Devan getting a little too much excited.