9. Anything can be fixed
He embraces me in a tight hug, "Anything can be fixed you, just have to let it be fixed." He pulls back, with a sad, diminished look on his face. Behind me. The razor, the blood, everything still there where I left it. "Did he do this?"
I shake my head, "I did it."
"Why would you do that to yourself?" He asks, his eyes once again filling with tears, He grabs my arm and rolls up the tattered sleeve, dark lines show on my skin clearly, then he does something I never expected, he brings my arm up, bends his head and kisses my arm, not breaking eye contact once, "You..Are...Perfect.." He brings his head back up, I see a single tear roll down his cheek, I wipe it away.
"Don't cry for me."
"Come with me."
"Where?" I question, confused.
"Away from here, come on tour with me, we have so many security guards you won't ever feel like you're not being protected."
I didn't even think about my answer, "Yes"
His face lit up like a child on Christmas day. Knowing that I would finally be safe is all I needed to hear. I leaned in and kissed him again. Fireworks exploded inside me.