“I don’t want to tell you what to do,” he says. “But…you can’t steal and you can’t sell nudes to old pervs and you can’t do this to yourself. I mean…it looks really bad, Ally. Those cuts are deep. That scares me.” “I didn’t mean to.” “You can’t do this again. And I’ll know; I’ll check you.” “I don’t want to do it again, Devon. I want to stop. I want there to be a time in my life when I can move on and forget about this part. I won’t be able to forget if every time I look in the mirror, I see it staring back at me, carved in scars.”
