Vic and I have been on tour for a week now. Frankly it's crazy. It has it's perks too but We never have alone time anymore though. He is always happy when he is on stage, but off he seems different. So today, I'm getting to the bottom of it.

A few hours later, the show finished with a favorite song of mine. The song he told me he wrote for me. Kissing in cars. He played it at the end of each show and I loved it. The fans did too. When the song ended, I noticed a gloomy era around him. I hated it. He gave a quick speech to the fans and ran off the stage straight to his bunk. The whole day was everyone but Vic. No one knew where he was but me. After much confusion from the band, I headed to his room. We need to talk......NOW!

As soon as I walked in I heard crying. Fuck. I creeped up to the bathroom connected to the bunk and there he was. Curled up in fetal position in a small pool of blood. As if on instinct, I rushed to his side and cupped his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me. He froze under my touch at first, but when he saw it was me, it became a whole different situation. He cried even harder all the while trying to get his shirt back on. I frantically looked for it with him, but when I found it I threw it in the toilet.

"Y/N, what the hell? I need that!"

He waved his arms around, ranting, and saw what he was trying to hide. Cuts. They swallowed him from his wrists to his shoulders.He noticed me staring and started crying again. I rushed to his side once more, comforting him. As my skin made contact with his new scars, he flinched. I couldn't take it anymore. The tears welled up in my eyes, but they wouldn't fall. I refused to let them. I pulled back from the sorrowfull hug and kissed him. As soon as our lips connected, the tears fell free. I took the shirt I was wearing and gave it to him. It was a plain, black long sleeve. Nothing feminine. He took it with gratitude as I strolled back to grab myself another shirt.

Never again did we spend time apart. A few months later we were engaged and expecting. When the kids were born, he took everything he could possibly use for self harm and threw it away. Never to be seen again. I will never forget that day. I was so proud of him. I still am. I was pulled out of my thoughts by an eruption of applause. Vic grabbed my hand,pulling me up with him as we hugged Kellin. Our new son in law.