Hurt

"Stop hurting yourself."

My eyes shot up, looking at him with both confusion and embarrassment. How could he be so sure that it was me who scarred my palms?

"What do you mean," I grumbled, acting oblivious.

I huffed out a breath aggressively and kept my eyes on him, trying my best to seem confident.

"Don't try and act like you don't know shit, you dumbass," he sighed out.

My eyes dropped and in an instant, my act was put to an end.

There was no point in trying. He already knew, and he wasn't about to be convinced by whatever silly act I'd try to put on.

"The wounds run inward, up into the center of