Back in time, there were two lost, broken people; a girl and a man. The girl was younger, yet more broken. One day, the man met said girl. She was holding a gun to her head, but the man took the weapon away from her and hugged her tightly for a long time.
He took her to his place, where he lived with his family, but they didn't ask any questions; they didn't even look at them.
The man lifted the girl up (despite being a teenager, she was light), took her to his room and gently lay her down on his bed. He then lay next to her, hugged her again, wiped her tears away and caressed her scarred wrists.
For several days, he fed her, hugged her, talked to her in hopes she'd reply, left everything just to take care of her. Above all, he fell in love with her and loved her with all his being.
One night, he was cuddling with her, like he did every night. Thinking she was asleep and sad that she wouldn't speak to him, he whispered, "Why won't you talk to me?" He shed a single tear, but he wiped it