Your Soulmate Is A Cutter

                                    

                                          
(Y/N)~
                          
I opened my door to see my best friend standing outside my door. I sighed and let him in. He was always coming over to talk about his soulmate, but he didn't know who they even were. He was always talking about how they drew something cool, or wrote something awesome on their arm, so he could see it. But this time he was upset, he said this time he wanted to show me his arm instead of just talking about it.
                          
Mikey rolled up his sleeve to reveal about 20 or 30 cuts. My eyes widened and I broke down in tears. He comforted me by hugging me, but we both hissed in pain as our right arms were crushed in the hug. He cocked his head when I reacted as if I was hurt too. I rocked back and forth as I started to sob harshly.
                          
"I'm so sorry! I didn't think about it! It was all just so hard! I should have thought about the other person... You," I sobbed into his chest. He held me close and grabbed a pen from his pocket. He drew on his hand with the pen, and gasped when his drawing was also on my hand. He rolled out my sleeve and saw all the fresh cuts. He hugged me tightly, being careful of our arms, and then kissed up my arm until he kissed all the cuts. I pulled away from him and hugged my knees to my chest.
                          
He rubbed small circles on my back and whispered things like, "It'll be okay", and "You'll be fine" as I continued to cry. 
                          
After I stopped crying, I turned to Mikey and leaned in closer to him. His eyes flicked down to my lips, and he closed the gap between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, ignoring my hurt arm, and smiled at him. He looked into my eyes, and I lost myself in his. He looked so sad, scared, and joyful at the same time.
                          
Sad because I hurt myself. Scared I wouldn't feel the same way. Joyful that I'm his soulmate.
                          
I kissed him one more time before he had to leave, and we both took care if our cuts, and by the time we graduated college, the cuts and scars were all gone.