Falling Angels

"I told you about how I dissapointed my parents, right?" she asked me in between sobs. "Yes." I gently urged her on. "Well I couldn't handle the pain so I started to-" A fresh wave of tears cut her off. "You started to cut yourself. I saw the scars." I finished for her. "Yes. Then my ex found out and he helped me stop." A tortured expression emerged from her pale face. This had to be the really bad part. Cautiously, I asked her, "What happened then?" Claire took a deep, shaky breath in. "Then he left me for the head cheerleader, became popular, and told every one about my cutting problems. And then-" She buried her face in my shoulder. I stroked her hair, trying to comfort her even though her tears had turned into mine. "And then what?" I asked her. My voice was watery, and she seemed to sense that. Her arms wrapped around me and I was enveloped in one of her hugs. Her final confession tumbled out of her lips. "They started bullying me. And they never stopped." There was a moment of silence. I didn't know what to say. Anger coursed through my veins but my love for Claire kept me in check. I had to be strong for her. 'No one should have to go through this. Especially not her. Not my baby. I can't believe she hid all of this pain for so long.' My mind babbled on. I was still in shock. Her pain had turned into mine so quickly. My eyes landed on her gloved hand. I knew what to say now. Gently, I pulled off both of her gloves. When she realized what I had done, her eyes widened and she tried to hide her wrists. I caught her and her eyes slowly met mine. "You don't need to hide. I know now. You are still beautiful to me, scars or no scars." I pulled her wrist to my lips and kissed her scars again. With a watery smile, she said, "I love you, Andy." I smiled back at her. "I love you too." I replied. She pressed her soft, full lips against mine. I hugged her tighter, deepening the kiss. We both pulled away at the same time. Claire's head found a place on my chest and I smiled. I could feel her smiling back into my chest as she rested her body on mine. There were no words needed. We had found the words within each other. 'I love you.' our hearts seemed to whisper back and forth. Breaking the silence, I sang The Morticians Daughter to her as we both fell asleep.

Notes

Okay I'm having a feels attack because of the end of this chapter. Can one give oneself the feels? Idk. Anyways, it's time for some happy chapters! Should I make Ashley have a crush on Claire? You tell me.