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   'Ted, we have discussed this before, as long as I have forgiven you, you can't hate yourself.'

   'I know, but that night I loosened your towel, I saw some scars that are yet to heal, some that might never heal. I didn't think about it at first, but the moment I got into my car…' His voice was clouded with guilt, regret, patheticness. He looked away, unable to look me in the eyes, like a boy afraid of talking to his mother. 'I saw the scars, it is my fault you got all that. Your beautiful skin is maimed because of me.'

   'Coco,' I called softly, pulling away from him a little, so I would remain in his arms. 'The one thing my mother made me understand is that everything happens for a reason, nothing in this life e