**TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS SELF HARM**

"Dal, You're home! I missed you so much!" You cry out, not in pain, or fear, but surprise and bliss. Running into his slender arms, you nuzzle your head into his shoulder. You feel feel him lightly press his lips to your scalp, and he chuckles, able to feel your grin against his chest.

"Yes, I'm home baby"

He pulls away from the hug, as you two begin walking to the room you two share and you reach over to grab his hand. He rubs the outer part of your hand with his calloused thumb as you hold his hand tightly. He reaches his hand up, spinning you around like a dancer, but his face falls.

He doesn't say a thing, but his silence speaks for itself. He saw the bandages. He was wrong. It takes a lot to cover up small cuts. You keep walking, and he throws his bag in the corner.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Dallon's face is disheveled, your boyfriend's usually bright eyes looking dark. You nod your head, and mutter a reply, but he can't hear you. 

"I'm not angry baby. I love you, and I just want to make sure you're okay.." He moves your chin upwards a bit, making your downcast eyes meet his.  His voice is clearly saddened, and you just blame yourself. He wouldn't be sad if I weren't such an idiot.. I should have come up with some sort of excuse. 

"Y/N? Sweetheart?" Dallon lightly shakes you, snapping you out of your daze, but instead sending you into a panic. Your breaths become short and rapid, and you begin shaking, gasping for air. 

"Shit, okay honey," Dallon slowly draws you into his arms,  his lean frame consuming your own. He pulls you onto the bed, sitting next to him with your head resting on his shoulder. "I love you baby, and I need you to breathe, okay?"

Your head shakes, and you try to reply, but all that comes out is a whimper. He rocks you for a while, your breaths slowing down, but you can tell Dallon is hurt seeing his love in such a state.

"Can I see?" You instinctively shake your head, but give in after Dallon's pleading eyes meet your own, and lay your arm near his hand. He pulls up your sleeve, seeing the bandage from wrist to elbow, and looks to your eyes for permission to continue. He sighs, muttering reassurances as he carefully unwraps your arm. 

Dallon shakes his head, and looks away from you, so you can't see his tears.

"Why?"

"Dallon, I'm worthless, and a mistake. I just mess everything up. I feel numb, but this makes me feel. I need to." He sighs, and asks the question you were afraid of.

"Y/N, where are the blades?" You shake your head, but  he continues. "I need them baby, it's  for your own good."

You led him to the spot in the bathroom, handing him your blades, as well as your trust.