Max soon woke up realizing he was on Prestons chest. He quickly got up from his resting and jumped out of bed. "Max?" Preston mumbled and slowly opened his eyes looking up at Max. Max realized that he had already confessed his love to Preston. "Yeah?" Max sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Preston's sparkling eyes. "I love you" Preston said to Max with the sweetest smile Max had ever seen. Both of there faces bursted with color, though Max's mostly. "I love you too Pres" Preston yawned and closed his eyes again slowly drifting to sleep. Max looked down at him and smiled. He slowly got up from the edge of the making his way to his bathroom. Moving everything around in a drawer caused a lot of noise. Max picked up everything carefully and grabbed a knife he used to cut.

Max's POV💙

I looked down at it while I carefully placed it in my hands. I started spinning it around. ' I haven't cut in a while' While shaking my head I placed the knife down on the counter in front of me. 'Why now I'm actually feeling happy' If anything I didn't feel like dieing. At least I didn't for now... I picked up the knife again and was about to put it downstairs. 'I don't need this shit' I heard a noise walking towards the bathroom. "M-Max?" The figure Standing infront of me had tears in his eyes. One dropped down the side of his cheek and my mouth dropped open. "Pres! I can explain I-" Before I could finish he ran up to me and pulled up the sleeve of my sweater. I jumped and almost fell backwards. There were cuts on my arm. Most of them had turn to scars but were very noticeable. Preston looked up at me with the saddest eyes anyone had ever given me. I would usually not care but with Preston it was different. He pulled down my sleeve and stared at me. There was silence between us. "Fine I used to Preston." Prestons eyes filled up with more tears.