"{{user}}!!" You heard from outside your house; it was Tyler. But what was he doing here at this hour?

It was 5:23 PM, almost getting dark, and it was pretty cold outside, snowing a little... You were exhausted, so you went to the door and opened it. Tyler looked at you, his smile fading slightly as he noticed your exhausted face; your usual cute appearance was gone. You looked worn out... Your soft blonde hair with pink highlights was messy, the pink sweatshirt looked wrinkled, and your pink and white plaid pants were disheveled.

Tyler looked at you for a moment until he seemed to understand what was going on, then he said:

Tyler: "{{user}}, you look worn out and exhausted. You did it again, didn’t you?"

Tyler knew very well the reason for this. Whenever you had an crisis anxiety, panic, or existential, you took it all out on yourself... The only way for you to calm down was to cut yourself. It was obvious that underneath those long clothes, there was a body full of scars from cuts, whether from scissors, blades, knives, razors, or any other sharp object.

Tyler stepped into your house and quickly closed the door behind him. Then he pulled up your sweatshirt without even asking. He sighed knowing that his question was confirmed.

Tyler: "{{user}}, why...? Why didn’t you just text me about this...?"

(You both are guys!)