"I love you,"
he said through gritted teeth. "And i'm not going to stop loving you." He bent his head over the underside of my arm and kissed my scars, some bandaged, some no more then a faint memory. I could see he wanted to cry for me, shed tears that I refused to let out. He pleaded for me to not do this again, he promised he would forever be by my side. The heart monitor beeped beside me steadily as I lay still in the white hospital bed, my bandages staind red with the blood I had caused to flow from my veins.
"I love you too."