"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Creating something beautiful" I mumbled.
Her red puffy eyes blinked several times,before coming to realization that I was indeed holding her in my arms. It was a moment I longed for. She was weak and fragile.

"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I can't take it anymore" she breathed, her cold hands taking the warmth of mines.
"Don't say that...you have me" I assured her.
She didn't speak a word, she stayed in silence,until I asked another question.

"Why are you sitting in between these graves?"
"They belong to my parents" I mumbled.
Feeling utterly stupid now, I mentally kicked myself for it.
"How did you find me?" She asked, her head finally resting on my arm as she looked up to me.
"Um, I came to visit someone and found you instead" I said awkwardly.

"Who?" Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Just an old friend" I shrugged without emotion.
Breathing with ease as the questioning came to an end, the soft wind blowing through the cemetery.
Cielo slowly started to close her eyes.

I knew she was in a deep sleep, when her body felt a little heavy resting up against mines.
She laid across my legs, my arm supporting her head up. Her head peacefully rested against My chest.
Lookindown at her I took the moment to embrace her every flaw.
The scratches on her face, the dried up blood, the bruises. Everything looked so perfect on her.

Running my fingers down her face and to her shoulder,my hand stopped at her wrist where it felt rough.
Slowly and cautiously pulling up her sleeve, I saw the damage she's done to herself.
They were recent,and some were brand new. Only imagining the stinging sensation her arm must have.

My hands gently made their way to hers, intertwining our fingers together.
I looked at her, she was restless and hurt. She's exactly like me.
She won't admit the pain she feels,she'll brush off any sense of emotion because she fears it will destroy her and kill her. There's more than meets the eye.

Here I am, depressed and crushed all at once.
I wish he'd stop touching the alcohol bottles, nothing good ever occurs.
Only abuse - physical and mental. That's why I feel the need to save Cielo more than myself.
I'm perfectly okay with dying, she needs to love to see the world.

The wind was growing cold, I could see how Cielos skin would stiffen with the chill.
Removing my jacket I placed it on top of her. She was so gone in sleep, I was realizing how much she lacked it.

After sitting there admiring her and thinking of ways to save her, her eyes opened.
Squinting at the light from the sky, amazed to see I was still holding her.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked.
"Few hours" I smiled.
"You stayed the whole time?"
"I sure did"
"Why?"
"Because I care, you need me"
"I do" She mumbled softly.

"We need to talk" I breathed.
Her eyes widened but she was okay.
"About?" Her eyes focusing everywhere but mines.
"These red marks of damage" I said,as I pulled up her sleeve.
"You saw?"
"I observed"
"Are you mad at me?" She questioned.
"Never that, but I'm disappointment."
"You cut too" she whispered.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"When you stretch, and your shirt goes up a little...I see the damage you do for yourself"
"What can I say? I hate everything about me." I shrugged.
"I don't"
"I only damage myself to feel better,in hopes that my flaws will disappear into the cuts and fade away"
"Don't" she mumbled.
"Why not?" I asked.

It became silent and I studied her before her lips moved to make a sentence.
She took her time with it though, to make sure what she was about to stay came out right.
Fidgeting with her fingers - she took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Because you'll eventually leave me nothing to love" she whispered loud enough for me to hear.

Notes

I'm actually satisfied with how this chapter ended.
Feedback please!

P.s. I am feelig a tiny bit better.
It's just kinda hard to focus on anything when your mind is running laps around your head.
But in all , I'm okay (:
thank you to everyone <3