I've never felt more betrayed. To have someone you hold so dearly look you in the eyes and tell you repeatedly they're fine and then do something like this..
In all honesty, it terrified me.
Who else may be pulling a blade across their skin; in lack of empathy even for themselves?
It seemed the more I kept silent, the more tears flooded from her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I just don't understand."
My words came slowly and calmly, similar to a faucet not quite at full blast.
Her eyes lost the terrified glow that was once there and pulled down her sleeves. I was unaware I had still been staring occasionally.
"I didn't expect you to be okay with this."
I wasn't; I would probably never be okay again.
I failed as a person, as a friend..
and as a lover.
Memories of dark, lustful nights came to mind. Why did the light always have to be switched off? How many scars had she hid from me when I was too busy fulfilling my own desires to notice?
It was not long before I had also began to tear up.
"I love you, Mikasa - more than the number of scars, tears you've shed, and unhappiness you've felt. And I swear to you, the scars will heal- and none will ever replace them."
And that as when I kissed her, and her scar-covered arms wrapped around me, the only embodiment of hope she had ever known.