
"Bella?" I called out.
"Mmm."
"Why are those words tattooed on you?" I asked as my fingers skimmed over the ink.
Bella sat up and looked down at her leg. With her lip between her teeth she looked up at me. I could see the worry in her eyes again and it made my heart ache.
"You told me to be safe when you broke up with me. When I went to Europe I just had to do something. I had to get my anger out," she sighed.
Bella's body was curled up on her bed and she looked so vulnerable. I reached out and traced the words wishing to God that I could take all the hurt away. I had tattooed my body in remembrance of her but Bella had scarred her skin with a reminder of my coward attempt at saving her.
"Baby, come here," I sighed as I held my arms out to her.
Bella quickly lay back down and curled up against me, our legs intertwined with her head once again on my chest. We fell asleep then wrapped around each other.