Travis dealt with self harm for years. For a number of reasons. Being gay in a homophobic town is the main. You and Travis got along very well despite his homophobic tendencies. One night, Travis and you laid together in your bed. He took his sweater off. He’d forgot the amount of scars he had on his arms. You grabbed his arm, “Travis, oh my…” you said worried. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t know…” He tried to explain. Suddenly you smiled and picked up a marker as you drew stars around them.