NOTE: Trigger warning. If you can not deal with scars and self harm please do not read.

Anyways, this is what I do at 3am when I want nothing more than to die.

Enjoy.

"Callie?" Arizona whispers to her lover.

"Arizona?" Callie whispers back teasingly.

Arizona bites her bottom lip, thinking about how she want to phrase this question.

"I've noticed, since we've been sleeping together, I've noticed something," Arizona hints, pulling Callie closer to her in bed. Callie's heart starts to race, they can both feel it.

"Arizona," Callie mumbles, pulling back.

"No, Callie we should talk," Arizona disagrees, keeping tight hold of Callie.

Callie closes her eyes and prays.

"Can you forget about them?" she pleads.

Arizona sighs and pulls back, allowing Callie to pull back a little bit.

Arizona then grabs one of Callie's arms, turning her palm upwards she looks her arm.

Callie feels tears forming in her eyes as she watches Arizona look at her scars. These scars have caused her so much pain, from inflicting them on her skin the first time to trying multiple time to stop to the judgments she got for having them to the fear of somebody nowadays noticing them and bring them up.

Blue eyes glace up and see pain in the depths of the brown.

"Calliope," she whispers, drawing the Latina back down to Earth.

"Arizona, please don't leave me," Callie whispers, a tear falling down her check.

Arizona doesn't respond, she simple leans down and presses a kiss to the scars. Brown eyes widen in surprise.

"Take off your clothes," Arizona mumbles.

Callie, completely confused, still does as she is told.

Blue eyes survey the caramel skin, noting each and every line of lighter complexion.

"Lay down," Arizona whispers.

When Callie lays down Arizona hovers over her, looking over her body.

Arizona leans down and places a light kiss to her lovers neck.

The simple gesture puts Callie's heart at rest, she knows Arizona isn't going to do something bad to her.

Arizona's next place to kiss is a small line right under Callie's boob, one that would be hidden if the Latina was standing. Next is one on her hip, perfectly hidden by a pair of panties. Then a few on her ankles, which would always be hidden by socks.

Arizona shys away from the ones on Callie's thigh for the moment, coming back up and kissing her on the lips.

"If those scars made you who you are today, that was me thanking them. If those scars cause you pain, that was be making them all better, and if those scars are just a part of the past, then they don't change a thing,"

Callie can't help the smile that forms on her lips. Arizona can accept the fact she has scars. Arizona still loves her, even with the scars.

"Thank you," Callie whispers.

Arizona responds with a kiss, letting the Latina know she is loved.