Darling, you'll be okay

I hadn't felt the need to cut since the day before Tristan kissed me. I felt like I had an anchor to hold my feet to the ground. His smile evoked feelings within me that I didn't know I was capable of.

My razor glared at me as a few days passed, and it lie unused. It begged for a kiss, but I was craving a different kind of kiss. I tossed it into my dresser drawer. Goodbye old friend.

It was Saturday. Today Tristan and I would go on a "real date." My life was beginning to work itself out. He made the days seem a million times more bearable.

He insisted on surprising me with the location and plans for the night. He picked me up at 6.

"I didn't know you drove," what a stupid thing to say. But I thought it was fair, considering he walked everywhere.

"It's my dad's car," he said,"he let me borrow it for the night." That made sense.

"I want to show you this band," he said. "They're called Pierce the Veil." The band from his hoodie, the first day I met him.

"I noticed that you have the same problem that I struggled with," what was he talking about? "I was a cutter too." Oh. I shifted uncomfortably.

"I don't want you to be self-conscious about it, especially around me," he said, glancing over, giving me a genuine look. "But I wanted you to hear this band. They saved my life. They help me through." Somehow his words reassured me that everything was alright.

He pressed play on the radio in the car, and I heard an angelic voice come through the speaker.

That was the first time I had heard the band that would come to save me too.

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