Tom-
You stared at the words you had carved into your skin; rubbing them softly. They were a reminder of your past and probably your future. Tom burst into your room with multiple tubs of ice cream.
"Baby I bought-" His eyes flashed with anger, you backed away from him.
"Tom please just-"
"Why?" He was trying to be intimidating; sooner or later he would force the truth out of you. "You wouldn't do this for no reason so just tell me why." He was really scaring you.
"I-it's nothing..." You yanked your sleeves down.
"Tell me!" He snapped, causing you to flinch.
"I-I'm sorry I don't wanna tell you! Just please try to understand that! Tom I love you so much but you're really scaring me!" His expression softened.
"I'm sorry baby... I just don't want you to be doing 'that'." He motioned to the carvings.
"I'll try to stop..." He hugged you; you both didn't want to let go.
Casey-
You were disappointed in yourself; you had carved words into your skin again... This was a HUGE habit when you were younger since you got bullied a lot; but it's more of a problem now because if a paparazzi spots it then it's literally gonna be an insane sh*tstorm... But the razor was calling you; you didn't have any regrets about it...
"Baby what's that?" Casey asked you as he traced his fingers down the outside of your thigh (you were wearing leggings but the writing was really deep and thick.)
"Nothing." You replied, moving his hand away from you.
"C'mon I'm not that dumb!" You lowered your head a little.
"I'm sorry that I don't want to explain it..." He pulled you into his chest.
"Sorry ____... Just tell me what's up." You sighed, rubbing your temples.
"IselfharmedbecauseIgotdepressedpleasedon'tleaveme!" You rushed out; hoping he understood.
"Babe you should have told me!" He kissed the top of your head.
"I-I just didn't really wanna talk about it..." He nodded understandingly; he supported you through 100% of your depression so you made a quick recovery and you never got depressed again.
