After Connor sat down next to me, and I had a couple bites, I sat the plate down on the table. "You know, yesterday got me wondering...who hurt you?" Instantly, I froze at the question, not sure how to respond as the memories flashed through my mind. I bit my lip, staring at the ground, but I gave in after a few seconds. "I already told you, remember? It was my own fucking mother." "No, I think someone else hurt you too." Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, and rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing my never-ending scars. "Shelby..." I looked away again. "Don't. Don't say your sorry or give me a sad look. Don't-" "Hey." He gently cupped my chin, and forced me to look at him. I didn't see anything but concern and worry in his eyes. "I won't. I know how that feels. So I won't say anything after this question. How long have you gone without doing this?" I tried to think back, and when I relailized how long I'd gone, I was shocked. "A-a few years." "Mm." I raised an eyebrow. "Mm? That's all you have to say?" He gave me a small chuckle, and pecked my lips, then spoke. "No, it's not. I'm very very proud of you, Shelby." I smiled at him, and he smiled back, then did something I didn't expect. He made me lying down on his lap, and I looked up at him, tracing his features, engraving them into my brain. "What? Still mesmerized by my looks?" "Maybe." I grabbed his collar, and pulled him closer, kissing him before letting him go. He started singing, and playing with my hair, but I actually didn't mind. I listened to his voice, and soon fell asleep, trapped in a good dream for once.