âYou didnât anything wrong, Michael. It was all my fault,â she quietly admitted, sighing. It was hard to talk about, but Tomâs advice had gotten through to her. Even if he had brought up waffles in the process too. âI shouldâve told you to stay, but I was scared. I was scared to talk about them, my scars. Because even after everything thatâs happened to me, I have a permanent reminder of it all. I hate looking at them and I donât like touching them either.â
"No, nothing is your fault. Don't think that." Shaking his head, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel bad about it. The only thing that he sort of needed was an explanation so that maybe he could help her with all of it. Tom had given him some advice and eventhough it did scare him a little to act a little obsessive but he was right. He couldn't stop texting her or reaching out to her to show her that he did care. "You know you can talk to me about anything. I understand that it's not easy and that you're scared but I'm here for you. I would never judge you or look at you weirdly for it." Sighing, he could only imagine how tough it was for her to live with those scars. "They're a part of you now, and I understand it's hard but you will learn to live with them and not see them as something bad anymore." he hoped she understood what he was saying and that he didn't offend her in any way.