-Dean POV- 

 I woke up to feel my left sleeve damp. I turned over and Seth was gripping on to my arm as he slept. Fuck, I hope he didn't see my arm or anything. Was he crying? Dry tears stained his cheeks. I rubbed his head and kissed his head. I can't believe he's finally next to me. After two years. Who knew In just a few days you could just fall in love? Yes, I finally admit it, I love Seth. I didn't even know the meaning of love until I actually met Seth. I know most relationships don't work out if you begin as fuck buddies, but maybe this one will just be that one relationship that did work out. I'm going to make it work out. And I need to tell Seth what I feel, so he knows. Not just "I love you." no, more than that. I don't want to loose him like I did before. I couldn't handle that. I kissed his head as he dug his face into my arm and whimpered. I felt my arm get wet, is he crying?

 "Seth." I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his head. Is he having a nightmare?

 "Baby..." He muffled into my arm. "Why?" He looked up at me, tears coming down from his eyes. He pulled up my sleeve to reveal my cuts. I sighed and looked at him, trying to hold back all my tears. 

 "It's nothing. Seth just forget about it." I tried to pull my arm away but he held on to it.

 "It isn't nothing Dean. I want to know why. Have you been doing this after I left? Or was it before that?" He sat up and rubbed my arm.

 "It's noth-" 

 "I swear to god Dean Ambrose if you tell me one more god damn time it's nothing I will go to Romans room and tell him what you've been fucking doing to yourself!" Seth said sternly. What the fuck? Ugh I didn't even know Seth had that type of side to him.

 "I've done it before! But that was back then when my mom went to rehab... she told me that she never wanted to see me again, and that She never needed my help... I tried everything to help her until I was forced to call a rehab to take her away... and now she hates me...are you fucking happy now?!" Rubbed my eyes to try to stop myself from crying.

"Why did you start doing this again?"

"Fuck Seth! Why do you need to know everything?!"

"Dean, i love you. And I care so fucking much about you, if I don't know why, I'll basically murder myself trying figure out what got you to do this, and I'm already blaming myself for this because i know i was the cause of it, and I'm mentally beating myself up because i hate myself for causing you this type of pain, and I want to try to fix it, just because I'm back doesn't officially mean that your going to stop cutting for good. Its hard to stop. And I know. Because I've done it before, I've been in your state of mind and I know how you feel." Seth revealed the cuts on his arms. How did I never see those? Fuck. "These are the newer ones." Seth pulled up the sleeve of my old shirt to reveal deeper cuts on his upper left arm. They weren't healed yet.

"Fine... i started to do it again cause I thought I was the one who made you run away. So I put your brother in jail and hoped you would come back. But after a year I thought you died or something, so my depression got worse and shit..." I held his arm and kissed all his scars and his unhealed cuts. Seth began to cry more and he wrapped his arms around me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I cried into his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his stomach. "Look, I fucking love you. I didn't know i could love someone in just a few days but it turns out I could. And I can't handle a day without you. Every single thing about you can put me in a good mood in seconds. When you left I was crushed, destroyed. I barely ate, or slept. Tonight is the first night I actually got a good nights sleep without having any interruptions of nightmares, or panic attacks. And please, don't ever leave me again. I hated every second of these two years being without you. I didn't even know it was fucking possible to be so depressed for this long until now. And...ugh. Seth, don't hurt yourself ever again." I kissed his lips as he kissed back, interrupting it, Seth gasped for air, crying more. He lifted up my shirt, revealing more of my cuts and stomach that basically looked like skin and bones.

"Dean. You need to eat. Where else did you cut?"

"Nowhere else. I promise."

"Well you need to eat. I can't handle you like this. Downstairs. Now." He sniffled and pecked my lips before getting up off the bed. i followed him as I pulled my sleeves down over my hands. We left my room and went downstairs. I feel like shit for putting him in all this pain. I would kill myself but I'm only living because Seths in my life.