You were fourteen, and trans. You struggled with severe gender dysphoria and you would break down about it. Dom, was always there to help you and comfort you when you needed it

One night, you're crying in your room and hugging yourself. Dom hears you crying and carefully walks over to your room, opening the door and walking in. He finds you on your bed crying with chunks or hair around you and scars. He walks over to you "Hey, hey what's up?" He asked in a calming tone