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Kevin, defeated and humiliated, stayed quiet as he was carried to the park by Caspar. He had attempted to jump off try to get away numerous times, but each time the blonde male would catch him and tighten his grip. Stuck in Caspar's arms, Kevin looked at his revealed arm, staring at each cut - which ranged from all sorts of sizes, depths, and times - looking at each bloody memory that came with them and forever imprinted themselves on his skin. He barely heard Caspar's question, and when he registered it all he did was look at the grass beneath them.
"...I don't have to tell you." he finally muttered, his voice hoarse from when he screamed for the blonde to stop unwrapping his arm. Kevin looked over at him, his eyes showing all the walls he had built up around his now cracked and still fragile state of mind. "I don't owe you an explanation. Isn't humiliating me in front of all those people enough?" he asked with his voice cracking in the end and fresh tears forming. "Why can't you leave me alone like everyone else? I was perfectly fine until you ruined my life!"

Kevin winced when Caspar began kissing each of his cuts, feeling uncomfortable the higher the kisses went. Why was Caspar even saying such things? They barely knew each other, and he didn't nearly deserve such things. When they were forced to make eye contact, Kevin frowned and crawled away from Caspar.
"Stop talking to me like that!" he said and kept going until a tree blocked him from moving. He gave Caspar a fretful look and reached behind him, hastily pulling out the roll of bandages. "You don't even know me, how can you say anything like that! Just-Just stop playing with my emotions like this!"

Kevin gazed at the scars that formed, his breath leaving him. There were about as many as he had, and in different parts of his body, too. How long ago did Caspar do this to himself, and how could he be so optimistic and positive after doing that to himself? Staring at the scar against wrist, Kevin numbly looked back at the blonde. "How?" he echoed, quickly getting his emotions back. "You show up out of nowhere and start acting kind to me. You treat me normally, then you humiliate me in front of everyone by exposing my secret, and then you start kissing my arm like that?" He pulled his arm to his chest from the sheer memory. "You do that and tell me that I'm the one twisting your emotions?"

Looking at the scarred wrist between them, Kevin's expression softened, but the barriers didn't budge let alone fall. "So you just want to help me because I remind you of you?" he mumbled.

Kevin gave him a brief and surprised look. Caspar, the handsome and bubbly man before him, actually liked him enough to want to go on a date with him? He wondered what he did to make the blonde think he was against the idea of them together, but he knew he wasn't exactly the kindest towards him.
Looking back to the trees, Kevin exhaled slowly through his nose. Caspar did deserve to hear the truth, and maybe it was time he actually found someone else to talk to. "I knew I was gay ever since I was a kid, and my brother, Alfred, supported me. Like I told you back at the shop, my hometown wasn't approving of that. They hassled me, but Alfred kept them away." He winced as the hardest memory came up. "And when my brother graduated, he joined the Army. It was hard coping with the school kids beating me up, and my parents were always fighting with each other to give me any comfort, but I could handle it all when I got a postcard from Alfred." Fresh tears prickled his eyes as he took a moment to breath. "Some years ago the Army people came and told me that Alfred had been killed in an ambushed suicide bombing. He was dead, I couldn't believe it. I... Things didn't make sense after his funeral. Kids still beat me up, my parents still fought, but I didn't have anyone to talk to. All I could keep thinking about was how all the pain was overwhelming, and since I didn't have anyone to talk about it to anymore, I resorted to bleeding it out." Kevin slowly lifted his arm and stared at a pale scar running across his wrist to the middle of his forearm. "I remember my first cut. It hurt, but it felt really relaxing after a while. I just... kept doing it and doing it every time I felt bad, and it made things easier."

Kevin allowed Caspar to get closer and even kiss his forehead. That warmth against his forehead, it felt nice. He listened to the blonde vow to protect him and gave him a short nod in reply. "I still don't fully know why you would do something like that for me, but okay." he said before looking back to the wrist of Caspar's covered in scars. "Why did you cut yourself?" he finally asked, wanting to hear the blonde's story since his was told.