Isabella's POV

It felt like flying, but it wasn't flying.

I was falling a long way down and each minute goes by and the ground gets bigger and bigger. The thoughts swirl around my mind.

This was it.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I was done pretending and I just wanted to escape far far away.

I close my eyes and just let the wind push me down....down to my death, but I stopped falling and felt myself being taken away in someone's arms.

I was being lifted up in the air and I opened my blue eyes only to find myself being let down again on the building. I dared not look up because I already knew that I was going to get yelled at or something. I was use to it and I could feel tears escape my eyes.

" Are you crazy? " , Peter asked

" Yes I am. " , I sighed

" I thought you wanted to go home, not fall to your death? " , Peter frowned

" I-I-I can't go back. " , I said choking on those words

Peter saw my tears and again he got frustrated and then sat himself down next to me running his fingers through his brown hair. I scooted closer to him for comfort and he welcomed me in his open arms holding me tight.

" Isabella, are you okay? " , Peter asked

" No " , I whispered quietly

Awkward slience.

I looked up at Peter's worried green eyes and he released me as I removed my jacket seeing me in a tank top revealing the burning scars that ran through my arms.

Each scar holding a story of pain.

Peter's eyes widened and he looked at me and I allowed him to feel the scars, but I had to fight myself not to cry. Peter stopped what he was doing and turned my head as he wiped away my tears. I knew I had no other choice, but to tell him.

" Peter, I know that I lied to you about it. " , I started with " And I'm sorry for not being open minded. But you say you would keep your promises and I need you to promise me you won't tell anyone about what I am about to say. "

" Isabella, you don't have to..." , he started

" I want to. " , I interrupted him

" Then I promise. " , he said

I took a deep breath.

" You see the reason I don't want to go home is because I would get more of these scars. My parents weren't loving towards me and they hated me for no reason. I-I had a tough life and well I guess trust was an issue for me as well as love. " , I said " I'm broken Peter and I can't be thrown around much longer. I can't take it anymore Peter. "

I could feel tears streaming down my cheek.

" I'm ashamed of these scars. I hate it knowing that it carries pain everywhere I go. " , I cried

I turned away from Peter so he wouldn't see me break.

" Those scars tell a story. A story that proves how much you have been through. Isabella, you are a survivor. " , Peter said softly. " These scars are battle scars and you, love, survived those battles. "

I looked at Peter and he gave me a warm smile as he scooted closer to me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and remembered what he said before feeling my anxiety slowly drift away.

" A diamond may be cracked here and there, but at the end it is still a diamond with a lot of value. " , Peter whispered. " Isabella, you are that diamond. "

Once we broke away, we both stood up and our eyes met. He grabbed my wasit as he started trailing warm kisses on my neck and all the way down my arm. Then he trailed kisses on the other side of my neck and down my arm. He broke away.

" Better? " , he asked

" Better. " , I said

" Now promise me that you won't keep anymore secrets from me. " , he said

" I promise. I guess might as well tell you my other secret. " , I said

Peter gave me a look and I couldn't help but giggle.

" Well I'm waiting. " , he said

" Sorry I can't tell you. " , I giggled

" You promised. " , he said rasing his voice

" Well I can't tell you this secret, but I guess I will have to show you and you can figure it out loverboy. " , I said as I leaned in closer to him letting our eyes match at a close range.

" You know what they say ' Action speaks louder than words ' . " , I said

Peter's POV

When she said that I was confused, but I just went along with it.

She placed her warm hands on both sides of my red blushing cheeks and then placed her soft lips on mine. I fell in it.

I grabbed her waist bringing it closer to me as she wrapped her arms around my neck roughing with my hair. She kissed with passion like she meant it. It went smooth for a while then rough as our tongues met. I bit her tongue as she bit my lower bit and then I escaped her while trailing more kisses down her neck. She kept giggling.

" Peter, that tickles. " , she laughed " Cut it out loverboy. "

I stopped and then met her sparkling blue eyes and her soft pink lips as she gave me a warm smile.

" I love you Peter. " , she said " I guess this round goes to you. Congratulations loverboy. "

" I love you too Isabella. " , I said as we both sat down again as I allowed her to lay on my chest.

Isabella's POV

" So tell me loverboy, are we offical or something? " , I asked

" Well I'm never letting you go so I guess you are stuck with me. " , he said

" Likewise loverboy. " , I said

" I guess that name is stuck with me as well. " , mumbled

" You bet it is. " , I giggled.

We both started laughing as we watched the night sky sparkling with stars shining so bright. 

Peter was my everything. 

My protector. My family.

My loverboy.

I guess the love can be expressed in many ways in a game even if it takes a week to play it.

A/N: The End!

If anyone is going through a tough situation, I just wanted to let you know that you can do this.

Those battle scars mean that you are a survivor.

Those flaws mean that you are a beautiful human.

Those tears means that you can't bottle up your emotions any longer.

Those depressing moments means that you just need time to rethink a better path for yourself.

You are beautiful. You are handsome. You are unqiue. You are talented. You are kind. You are smart. You are funny.

You are loved.

You are that diamond.

So shine bright like a diamond 💎