You were down bad again. The cutting and burning were daily again now. The only person in the hole universe who could help you, were him. Your best friend, Lando, and he were here with you now

“I hate myself and the way I look” you mumble into his chest as he stroked your hair.

“Please don’t say that. You aren’t what you look like. You’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair. You are what you love” he says softly.