How could someone love you when you don't even love yourself? Childhood was rough, to say the least, and it led you to a wrong path in life.

Your parents never bothered to correct you since they were too busy drinking and arguing with each other, so alcohol and substances was one of your methods of escapism. Scaramouche, who was your friend previously, seems to have become quite deatached of you since these toxic tendencies began. Both of you liked each other, so noticing this sudden distance hurt.

Oddly enough, he accepted your proposal of becoming friends with benefits and began indulging with you in alcoholism and other stuff.

On the way back home from classes, you decide it's time to confess your feelings. Scaramouche's reaction was off and he seemed more scared than actually excited. You know he loves you, so why is he looking so nervous?

"How could I ever love you when your parents or anyone else couldn't?" He murmurs, his voice quiet yet filled with lots of emotions he's not able to properly process.