Victor went closer to me a bit again. He spoke with the same gentleness and kindness, "Ella, it's ok. Don't run away. I won't hurt you or anything. I promise."

I sighed, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths.

"Were those cuts?" He asked still not changing his tone.

I held back tears as my eyes still were closed, and I nodded as he asked if he could see what they were. Then I put my head down embarrassed and felt stupid.

Victor gently rolled up my sleeves. I wanted him to pull away, but I couldn't. He already knew.

He looked worried once again as he saw my scars. He looked at me, "How long have you've been doing this?"

I finally opened my eyes, but sadness was written all over my face, "F-for two years..." I felt ashamed once again, wanting to secretly cry. I felt bad for letting him see.

He was surprised. But it was a worried, concerned kind of surprise. He still looked a bit sick, but still seemed like he was trying to ignore it. "I'm so sorry Ella. I could've helped you. I'm so sorry I didn't notice before." He was blaming himself for this. Not me.

I felt bad for him. I didn't want him to blame himself for this. It was my fault that I started cutting. I was the one to blame, not him.

"It's not your fault. You didn't make me cut myself. I chose to do it."

He hugged me again. "It's not your fault. It's the ones that hurt you. I still should've been there for you more, and now I feel horrible for not being there now."

"It's ok."

He shook his head, "No. It's not Ella." He sighed a bit.

I looked at his eyes feeling bad, tears fell down my face. "I'm so sorry... I didn't want you to feel sad or anything. Or for you to worry about me. I- I didn't want to hurt you. And I did by showing you my scars. I-I-" Victor stopped me as he spoke up in his gentle voice.

"It's ok Ella. It wasn't your fault. I just worry about you whenever I see you hurt. It's not because of you, but because it's my personality to worry and help." He gently wiped my tears with his thumbs.

He then did something that caught me by surprise, but I liked it. He kissed me! Like, literally kissed me on the lips! I kissed him back happily. It felt like my lovesick dreams I have, but I knew it wasn't one of those. It was finally real.

We slowly released it as I felt my pain leave. It was as if he was helping carry my burden so it would be easier. I smiled like an idiot. I also blushed like one too.

He chuckled smiling big as well. I saw him blush a bit too. "Sorry... I couldn't help myself..."

I giggle. I love his smile and I love his blush. He looks so cute when he blushes! "It's ok. I enjoyed it." I immediately blushed once again.

He blushed more smiling still, "That's good. I enjoyed it too." He continued as he blushed bright red. "I also wanted to tell you something too." He took a deep breath. "I-I love you Ella. I love you so much."