one day, vic found something out that upset him a lot. violet had been going through a lot recently. he watched as she wore long sleeves and bracelets.
he didn't question it, however, as it was mid-december.
they had been in physical education. as violet was pulled on her sweater, vic saw a lot of cuts all over her arms.
"violet?" vic had said. it was horrible. his voice cracked halfway through her name and he thought he was going to cry. she noticed what he had seen and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from everyone else.
he pushed up her sleeves and he kissed each cut and scar.
"i still think you're beautiful, and i don't ever wanna lose my best friend."
