Shame

Tam shook her head, clearing her throat. "No, I want to. I'm just..." She sighed as she lifted her arms so he could pull her sweater off of her. And when he did she began to breathe faster with worry while she tried to speak. "I'm... not..." She grimaced, not wanting to see his reaction to the scars on her sides. It had been years since she cut herself, but the bitter reminder would always be there. It had always been a nagging fear every time she ever even felt interest in a boy that they'd see the scars and run. Run away from the crazy girl. She wanted to cry, feeling ashamed she couldn't be perfect for him.

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Max was confused at first but was able to piece together what had happened. "And your an all the way here, huh? Impressive. So what're you gonna do about this crazy chick?"