you were both in his bedroom sitting on a beanbag. you had told your boyfriend, Nick, about how you got bullied. how word got around fast about you being the only lgbt kid. how homophobic everyone was. that you begun to believe everything you got told and it got to your head bad enough you begun to harm yourself. when telling him that, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you across into his lap, hugging you tightly.

“Please, if anything gets bad again, come and tell me…”