GINGER:

Hu’s muscular arms wrap around me, caressing my back softly as I cry into his chest. There’s been so much weighing on me, and those two weeks without him weren’t easy. I spent most of my days crying, thinking about my dad, everything I’ve been through. Also, I started cutting again.

My mother doesn’t know. Half the time she’s asleep when I’m doing it, and hurting myself feels like the only thing I can control.

I pull away, and he gently cups my face, wiping the mess of ...