The little tiny marks that would last a lifetime. I would never forget what they were from. Every scar happened at a different time yet they were all related. Every single one of them was from a guitar string. Not all the same guitar, not all the same year but every single one was from a string....

“You bitch, why the hell would you do that?!” He yelled while throwing things at her.

“It was one night,” she pleaded. “I don’t love him. I have only ever loved you, baby.”

He stared at her. “Yeah, then why have we had this fight before? Why did you ruin all of my friendships? Why do you blame every little problem in this relationship on me?”...