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"Don't you think it's unfair? " I asked him as we were lying on his couch watching TV. I was cuddled onto him. My back to his front with his arms around me. It was a surprisingly comfortable position on the too small couch for two people.

"What is?" He asked me putting his cheek on mine.

"You know everything about me and my past and I know barely anything about you. It seems kind of unfair I think." I explained turning my head so I can look at him.

As I did I could see him smile. "I'm glad to see we can talk about it." He teased and I blushed.

It has been a few hours since I had a breakdown after seeing the book and after he managed to calm me down we just laid here and started watching the TV. I was incredibly grateful that he let the subject go for now but I couldn't get over the nagging feeling that I don't know anything about him.

"Well then darling why don't we change that?" He said with a breath taking smile sitting up and pulling me with him. I ended up in his lap with red cheeks but I didn't make a move to get up. "What do you want to know?"

"I don't know." I murmured looking down at my hands.

He just smiled wider at that and took my hand in his.

"Well, then I'll just talk. I lost both of my parents when I was very young. My mother hanged herself and my father died of overdose a few weeks later."

"That must have been tough." I said suddenly, feeling bad for making him talk about it. "How old were you?"

"Five I think." He said looking sad and Ii squeezed his hand in reassurance.

His smile was back after that but the sadness was still in his eyes. "I'm fine now. You make me feel better. No one was able to do that since they died. I'm glad I met you."

"I'm glad I met you too." I whispered smiled at him.

He kissed me. A soft closemouthed kiss with all the emotion two people who just met weren't supposed to fell but we did nevertheless.

"After they died I couldn't…feel anything anymore. I felt so lonely." He said with a distant look in his eyes. "And everyone else left too. No one ever stayed with me long. They just…Left me alone."

"I won't leave you." I said honestly feeling a blush burn my cheeks.

He looked at me in shock before his whole expression softened. Sadness seeping out of those beautiful eyes in a second.

"I hope so." He said tightening his embrace. "I know it sounds sappy or cliché but you really make me feel again. All of the things I couldn't feel before. You make me a little less broken."

I looked at him with a bright smile. Feeling giddy at his words. "You do the same things to me. You make me not want to cut."

At my words he looked down at my wrists and my smile wavered.

"Do they hurt?" He asked me softly.

"These don't." I said bowing my head. Not wanting to look him in the eyes while we are talking about this. I didn't even want to talk about it.

"Can I see?" He asked me carefully, bringing one of my hands to his eye level.

"I…" I didn't want him to see. I was too ashamed and embarrassed to let him see something like that.

"Please. I promise I won't say anything. I just want to see." He reassured me tilting my head up with his free hand so I need to look at him.

All I could see was honestly as those eyes met mine.

I nodded reluctantly and got up from his lap. I hesitated for a second before tugging my sweater up and over my head. Leaving my chest and arms exposed to him. And with that all the ugly and disguising scars.

I heard him gasp and I fisted the sweater in one hand. Avoiding his gaze with tears in my eyes. Waiting for the inevitable. For him to push me away. Out of the door. And out of his life.

He got up and I stiffened my muscles only to have him pass over one of my-more shallow-scars on my chest lightly. A touch as light as a feather.

"You're beautiful." He whispered and I opened my eyes to stare at him in disbelief.

"I'm not." I argued putting a hand over my chest to cover it if only partially. "I'm disgusting. I did this to myself."

"I know darling." He said looking at me with a sad smile. "But you are not disgusting. They are a part of you now. And every one of them says a story of how you suffered but got up in the end." He passed a finger over some of them making me shiver. But I didn't feel any pain. He was careful to leave his touch feathery light. "They are you." He took my hand in his again and brought it to his lips. Kissing my scared wrist lightly. "And anything that is you can't be disgusting."

He looked up at me and brought me closer to a kiss.

I melted into his embrace feeling like crying at his words. No one ever said that to me. No one was ever that gentle and careful and loving.

"Will you stay here?" He asked me when we pulled apart.

"What?!" I looked at him in shock.

"We will just sleep. I promise I won't try anything." He said cherishing my cheek. "And it's just an unnecessary waste of money to keep staying at the hotel when you can stay here. With me."

"You want me to move in?!" I asked in disbelief. "We just met."

"Maybe. But we know more about each other then most of the couples that move in together. And it can be just while you're here." He explained.

I looked at his not able to say anything. It's not that I didn't want to. He was right, we know more about each other then most people, but still. We just met.

"Please Alexander." He whispered softly.

Strangely so I didn't mind him calling me that and I just nodded. "Ok. I'll stay."

He smiled brightly. His eyes positively sparkling. I couldn't help but smile in response.

"Great. We can go take your stuff tomorrow." He started pulling me towards one of the doors. Smile not leaving his lips. "Right now it's too late and I'm tired."

He opened the door reviling his bedroom and I blushed as he pulled me inside.

"No need to blush darling. We are just going to sleep." He said with a smirk pulling a pair of pajama pants for me from one of the dressers.

That made me blush even brighter.

Soon we were both dressed and laying in bed. He had his arms around me, bringing me flush against him, and my head was resting on his chest.

We talked a little more before falling asleep. And as sleep took me all I could think about was that this was the first time in my life I felt comfortable and warm.

Ok, I'm happy with this chapter. Tell me what you think though. I want to know. And I was thinking about writing the next one in Magnus's POV. This fanfic started like that after all. What do you think? Should I?