True Love He grabbed my wrists and I yelpped a little in pain. He slipped down my sleeves with ease, exposing my bandages covered in blood. His eyes narrowed but watered, "...Cielo...I told you..." "I'm sorry..." I started to cry. He held me close and stroked my hair gently. "I-I didn't mean to,L. I just..." I couldn't finish. Tears flooded my face of pain and sorrow. I saw a tear go down L's cheek at one glance. He iqunored it and looked right into my eyes, "...How many cuts.." "er...j-just four..." I looked down. "give me the knife." he held out his hand. "I'm sorry..." I said. "Cielo!" he said firmly. "No!" I replied. He clenched his fists and said quietly, "Cielo...don't make me yell..." "I'm sorry but anything's better than seeing you hurt yourself.." I looked at him and was startled. His eyes were red and he yelled, "WHERE. IS. IT." "I'm not telling!!" I yelled in tears. L calmed down and said silently, "fine...I'll get a kitchen knife..." he walked towards the kitchen. I ran after him, "No!" I yelled after him. Before I could yank the knife from his hand, he slit his wrist four times. I started to cry and couldn't stand to watch. L put the knife in the sink and walked over to me. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and kissed me softly. My eyes widen with the sudden surprise. I thought he was mad... "remember Cielo, however many cuts you make, I make..."