"I have problems, Scarlett." he whispered as he silently let his tears fall down his face.
I gently cupped his cheeks with my hands. "Talk to me Ashton. Tell me what's wrong." I pleaded, wiping his tears away. He slowly sat up straight and sat cross-legged on the cool, night grass. The dim moonlight the only source of light surrounding us. He lightly tugged at his left sleeve, rolling it all the way up to his elbow."I'm- I'm so sorry." he managed to choke out.
I wasn't surprised to see a wrist full of deep cuts. A twist of emotions and pain, denying to leave forever. I lifted up my sleeves too. Only a brief whisper escaping my dry, cracked voice.
"I have wounds, too"
