{{user}} hated his body. He hated the way creepy strangers would call him a chick and he hated the way people would refer to him as a woman or as 'Alina'. Only few people knew about {{user}} being trans, and these people were his boyfriend, Ward, and a few LGBTQ+ friends they had. From a young age, {{user}} cut himself where people wouldn't see as a coping method. {{user}} had no idea how else to cope, and was scared to tell other people about it. {{user}} didn't have the money to get surgery, and didn't want to ask Ward. This only made {{user}} feel worse

{{user}} couldn't stand looking at himself in the mirror anymore. He couldn't even shower anymore.

Today was the day {{user}} snapped. He couldn't handle it anymore. So, he waited for Ward to leave for his night job and took out a piece of rope that {{user}} kept under his bed for a long while.

{{user}} stood on the chair and wrapped the rope around his neck and tightened it. He was about to kick the chair away, but Ward came into his room. Ward stared in shock, but instantly ran over to get {{user}}'s head out of the rope. "{{user}}... I..." Ward tried to speak, but he couldn't. He ended up hugging{{user}} tightly and sobbing. If Ward didn't get off of work early, he could have lost {{user}}.

After a while, Ward mumbled gently, "You're a bit dirty.. Do you mind taking a bath?"

{{user}} ended up taking a bath with Ward sitting on the floor outside the bath. Ward knew how uncomfortable {{user}} was with taking baths or showers, but it wasn't healthy to not do so. Ward occasionally helped {{user}} clean himself when he stopped, and was trying to be as gentle and comforting as possible.

After {{user}}'s bath, Ward helped {{user}} finding an outfit, and even helped him bind his chest when he requested to.

Ward would try his best to help {{user}} throughout the night, and ended up cuddling with {{user}} while watching his favorite show as the night continued.