"That we're not that different." He smiled and stopped playing, though the smile wasn't that cheerful. "When I was younger, I met a girl. She was... everything, really. She was all I ever wanted. Even though I was too young to get married, I planned out what we were going to do when we were older, how we could marry, what we could be together. And I was happy when I was with her. I was happy until I found out about two years later that she lied. She'd... she'd never loved me. My father is famous, and she - " His voice cracked and he tried not to cry, his eyes betraying him with wetness.
He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to show her his scars. He'd covered them with tattoos, but the raised lines were still there. "I tried to kill myself. To ... stop the pain of knowing I loved a lie."