“Yeah, fine.” Tyler answered. I gave him a look but he didn’t notice, instead he was crushing his lips against mine. I felt a single tear fall from his eye to my cheek, but by the time he had pulled back, there was no trace of tears in his eyes.

The rest of the parade I worried about Tyler. I knew he had a dark past, and could only think that something was wrong. I knew Tyler had never hurt himself since we began talking, and I desperately didn’t want him to again… can you blame me?

When the parade ended, we walked back to Tyler’s hotel room (the Parson’s room was much nicer then mine and my mother’s). Tyler and me went into his adjoining room and sat on the floor.

“Tyler, it’ll be alright!” I said, stroking his hair back out of his face. He still looked totally out of it.

“Mhm..” He mumbled, looking down towards his wrists. Right then I knew he was worrying about falling back into the drakness he had been in before.

“I won’t let you…” I whispered, lifting his wrist and kissing it gently.