I leant down next to Michael. It hurt seeing him like this. it hurt to see him cry In general. "M-mikey. . .?" He looked up at me and I melted. His eyes were red and puffy, his lips were swollen and had bits of saliva falling. "Ashton. . ." He sobbed, burying his face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, holding the broken boy. "M-michael, why do you do this to yourself?" I asked quietly. He sniffled and looked up at me with sad eyes. "I just- I want to be perfect like you." (Or an AU where Michael is anorexic & bulimic and doesn't feel good enough for Ashton) //COPYRIGHT @FabDanIsNotOnFire 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED {TRIGGER WARNING}