The boy in the house opposite mine

Andy and I go back inside and sit on my bed. He kisses me softly. I kiss him back. He squeezes my arm. It aches like hell. I let out a squint. Andy pulls back. He looks at me, concerned.
"Emma, baby. This..." Andy points at the bloody bandage. "was a mistake. You shouldn't have done this."
"I know." I feel ashamed. "I know... I should have listened... I should have listened to you."
"Wait." Andy looks at me. "What do you mean? I never said anything about this."
"I know. It's just..." I say "the voice that was telling me not to do it... was yours. That is proof that I need you."
"I need you, too." Andy smiles. "I always believed that I could be by myself and be fine. I still believe that you should never rely too much on other people, but if I lost you... I'd lose myself."
I don't want to hear this. I kiss him to block away the noise. He pushes me away. He looks at me, seriously.
"Can I see." Andy asks. I nod. I take off the bandage. The cuts sting. He looks down at my arm. His eyes widen. The cuts have stopped bleeding. Dry blood surrounds them. There is about 20 cuts all over my arms. Tears begin to fill Andy's eyes.
"Don't cry, baby." I say, about to cry myself. I put my arms around him. He doesn't care that he might get blood all over his clothes. "I had a meltdown, okay? It won't happen ever again."
He loosens his arms.
"No." I blurt out. "Please. Don't let go."
"That's funny." Andy squeezes me.
"What?" I say finally letting him go.
"The first time we hugged." Andy looks right at me. "That's what I said to you.
"Don't let go."

Notes

Thought I should second-to-last end it nicely xxx