I was only off guard for a moment.
He grabbed my hand.
He pulled my scrunchie from my wrist.
He saw my marks of pain,
my slashes of hopelessness, and self-hate.
Each vivid, red line -
Attempting to be covered by my dainty bracelets.
Engraved into my delicate skin, forever.
They screamed, "Help me, I am lost, I am alone."
He read the fear in my empty eyes.
I slowly gulped down the awkward space between us.
He knew what he saw,
but he did not bother to ask if I was alright.