"I'm sorry."

I feel puzzled for what he's apologizing for. Maybe, if I asked... (No, it's rude to ask why someone's sorry.) Is it? What if he hates me because I don't know what he's apologizing for.

"I'm so, so sorry, Tweek."

I feel my shoulder getting wet. Is Craig crying? Did I do something to make him upset? (Obviously. Why would he be apologizing and crying I you didn't do something to make him that way?)

"W-What?" was the stupid reply I could come up with on the spot like that.

"I didn't want you to get hurt," he said.

"I'm n-not hurt...?" I said as more of a question than an actual response.

Craig pulls away and holds onto my shoulders, "Kenny said you were bleeding earlier... and..." Craig starts crying again.

I can't believe Craig is crying. Is this really Craig? How does one comfort a crying person? A crying Craig?

"I-I'm fine," I say. (I'm not fine. I don't trust anyone. You're going to leave me like all the others.)

Craig looks at me a single tear sliding down his cheek, "Don't try to kill yourself again. I can't be without you," Craig whispers looking down.

I reach over and cup his cheek. I pull his face up so I can look at him, I wipe his tears and he grabs my wrist, "I love you," he whispers moving closer to me. I feel my face heat up (like it's on fire.)

He gently presses our lips together. He was worried about me... I feel my heart flutter a little bit as I close my eyes. He moves his hands down to my waist, pulling me towards him. I slip my arms onto his shoulders.

He pulls away, "Do you want to talk about it?" his arms pulling me into his lap.

"T-Talk about what?" I ask staring at his dark blue eyes. His eyes are crying out in concern. He looks stressed out. (It's my fault. I'm just being trouble in his life.)

"Anything," he says.

"N-No," I say making a small smile across my features. He gave a small smile back and pulled me into another hug.

(He doesn't love you.)

(How could he? Who would ever love anyone like you? You even lied straight to his face. Imagine when he finds out; He'll never talk to you again. He'll spread rumors and secrets about you. The second he finds out how messed up you really are.)

(You can never trust him.)

(Because he'll never love you.)