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Trevor would be so sad when he found out you self harm/had self harmed before. He'd get kind of quiet when you told him, and your heart would sink because you'd be upset with yourself for telling him, and you'd probably get up to leave, but he'd grab both your arms and pull you back down into his chest and just hold you there, and you'd close your eyes and hug him tighly. "Why?" He would ask quietly. "Because I felt like I wan't good enough," you'd explain. "(Y/n), listen to me. You're good enough. Hell, you're better than good enough. You're worth everything. No one deserves to feel worthless. No one is worthless, especially you. I want you to remember that, okay? You're perfect the way you are. Don't change a thing about yourself, and please, please, pelase don't hurt yourself any more." He begged, gripping your hands. You would nod, tears already beginning to fall. You'd notice that there were tears in his eyes, too, and you'd return to hugging him, reassuring him that you wouldn't. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." He murmured into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead.