"Hey..." I mumble as David walks through the doorway.

"Yeah," he replies as he sits down on the pillow in the corner of the room.

I realize he may feel worse than I do about Signing up. I look over and he has the palms of his hands pressed into his eyes as if he's trying to block out a memory.

I get up and walk over to him and pull away his arms and he sees my arm. And the mark. I turn away and start to cry. He grabs my arm and turns me around so that I stare up into his eyes. We don't speak. Just stand there crying.

Five minutes later he takes a step back and asks why I did it. I start to wipe tears away before I speak.

"Because... I think I love you!"