I've been told I'm an extremely attractive guy by my peers, I believe it too. But anyways one day I saw a girl crying in my school stairwell, I sat next to her. I honestly didn't know who she was; I've seen her before but we never talked. She cried on my shoulders, I noticed her self-harm scars. I kissed them,I told her she was beautiful and she should stop. We started talking after that.