TW: Mentions of cutting

Cathy's POV
"Mon amour, please get up," I begged. Anne has locked herself in her room and doesn't want to come out.

"No! I'm staying in here!" She yelled. I sighed heavily.

"Annie, I don't want to argue with you," I spoke. I heard an unlocking of the door and it opened, revealing my beautiful girlfriend.

"But I don't wanna go," She whines.

"I'll take you to get a stuffed animal when you come back," I said. She immediately went to get dressed. I wanted to turn around while she changed but she's so damn irresistible. But that's when I noticed something.

"Ma chérie, can you grab my sweater?" She asked. I grabbed her sweater and tossed it to her, watching as Anne put it on.

"Annie, are you cutting again?" I asked. As she changed, I noticed scars on her thighs and arms. Fresh and old ones. Anne tensed up.

"N-No, I haven't..." Anne mumbled, sounding as if she were about to cry. I walked over to her and held her close.

"Mon amour..." I whispered. Anne let out a choked sob.

Anne's POV
"Je suis désolé, je suis désolé..." I managed to choke out. God, why do I keep making these mistakes? And why the fuck do I keep switching languages?

"Mon amour, it's ok..." she whispered. She's lying. It's not ok, I thought to myself. That just fueled my tears more.

"I-I don't wanna stop, Cathy..." I whispered, trying not to cry more. Spoiler alert, I did.

(A/N: Another chapter down! I won't be on Wattpad for a few days since my theater teacher is recording the play I'm in)