“What are you doing?” asked ⨊ when Ian started kissing her all over.“Kissing you, loving you and sleeping with you,” said Ian. “But I am still angry with you plus we just had such a big fight,” said ⨊ getting embarrassed. “Cause we had a fight I am sleeping with you, its called making up. Cause your angry with me I am showing how much I love you. Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” whispered Ian. “It was only a week for you how...” “How long has it been for you?” asked Ian in a dangerous tone interrupting ⨊. “A few years,” said ⨊ in a small voice. “I am still angry...” “Sorry,” said Ian in a pained voice interrupting ⨊. “I didn't...If, I...” he said not knowing how to apologize.
“Is it really ok ...For me...To be with...you?” asked ⨊ timidly. “⨊ no matter how angry or frustrated or stupid and cold or violent I become you're always allowed to stay with me, to be with me. There will never be a time when I don't want you by my side, my little love,” said Ian. “But the way I look...” said ⨊ trailing off. “I'll help you apply medicine,” said Ian getting the dressing. “It’s no use, its self-inflicted. Nothing will help...” said ⨊ stopping when she saw Ian's atmosphere become violent. “Self- inflicted?” asked Ian in a dangerous voice. “I didn't hurt myself. I said self- inflicted because my own ability and energy created these wounds,” explain ⨊ in a rush.
“I will still put some medicine on you,” said Ian. “It’s no use, nothing will happen. Only if I use extreme measures or methods, can I heal myself,” said ⨊. “Will this method heal you completely?” asked Ian in a sad voice as he gently touched one of the wounds. “Yes,” said ⨊.