I don't really like writing this stuff as I never know exactly how it needs to be handled and I panic that I described it in wrong ways or that I trigger others, even if I have had similar content in Rebellion. However, I took interest in the suggestion.
If you suffer from depression and self harm, please proceed with caution and seek help if you feel that you have none. You have me and others in the community willing to help, and many people who love you. God bless.
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Drake's point of view-

I remember opening my eyes, squinting from the rays of sunlight slipping past the openings in the canopy of deep green oak leaves. I was groggy for a few seconds before consciousness began to win it's battle, the darkness surrounding my vision clearing. My eyelids flickered, becoming more used to the light each time they opened until the pain faded and I was able to see clearly, well, as clear as I possibly could with slightly inverted vision.
I pulled myself up until I was sitting, a long yawn slipping past my lips as I wiped my eyes free from the drowsiness and crust. Once I set my arms back down at my sides and opened my eyes, I examined my surroundings as I briefly forgot where I was. That tends to happen when you travel as much as we do.
We were in a clearing in a forest to the east, almost away from the western imperial authorities. Just a few more miles and we will be home free. The flowers were in bloom and the leaves of the trees were a lush green. I found comfort in the distant sounds of chirping birds and running water in the distance. It was peaceful, at least for a moment until a fact dawned on me. I keep saying "we" but I was all alone. I finally realized that I could not sense Grayson's life force.
My head turned sharply to face where I had remembered Grayson was seated last, up against the trunk of a tree as he offered to take the night watch before unconsciousness had pulled me under. He was gone, as was his sword. The fire pit still had a few burning embers of an amber hue, leading me to the assumption that he had not left long ago.
I sat up straight, tossing the top of my sleeping bag off of my knees that
cracked as they bent. My concern and anxiety grew. Where was he? Sure, it was normal for my best friend to leave me all alone in the mornings, as he usually did to hunt us breakfast, but I felt an eerie feeling and intense dread, knowing that something was amiss. Do you ever get that feeling? When everything seems normal but you know that something is wrong despite that not a thing is out of place? It causes your spine to quiver in a chill, the hair to stand on the back of your neck with a nauseous feeling. I felt sick.

"Grayson?" I called out, no reply.

I pulled myself from the ground, not bothering to roll up my sleeping bag nor to put out the amber glow of embers in the charred ash that remained of our fire pit. Even with my stomach barking for a meal, my only thoughts revolved around locating my friend.
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Grayson's point of view-

I watched the water run a darkened red, the scarlet dripping into the murky depths of the river, warm running from my wrist. My vision clouded, like looking through glass containing liquid. The tears built up in my eyes before they broke past their limits and ran down my sore cheeks. I knew that it would serve me no good, but the physical pain distracted my mind from the agony I was drowning in emotionally. Or rather for the lack of emotion.
I'd rather feel pain physically yet the emotional turmoil that shifts to nothingness and back never seems to seize no matter how much time passes by or how much I punish myself emotionally and physically. It doesn't f**king stop...
My blood poisoning the water faded in the currents of the stream, my skin and muscle stinging as I took my blade and made another cut across my skin. My teeth bit into my lip, the tip of my tongue coated in the taste of salt from the tears that slipped into my mouth.
I can not go and toss myself off of a bridge again or stab myself until I bleed out. I can't leave Drake behind, alone and nearly broken himself. I can't make him lose another person he loves. It feels too selfish to allow myself to slip away from misery to leave him be to his own.
I set down my bloody blade, staring at the dripping red. I deserve this pain. My family is dead because of me. I deserve to suffer in every way, shape, and form...

"Grayson? Helloooo?"

No, he can't see me like this! I scurried and dunked my arm into the water to wash away the blood, retracting it hastily as I reached for the bandages in my backpack. In my time of panic, I dropped them as I pulled it out, more blood gushing from my slit skin.

"Grayson! There you- oh God."

I looked up. There he was, starring with horror in his mismatched eyes. I could barely see him past the tears that I had given up in wiping away. The pounding in my chest rose to my ears, all of the stinging pain in my wrists being pushed to the back of my mind as I watch him stare in disbelief at my self inflicted wounds.
What does he think of me now?

"Grayson!"

"You're not supposed- You can't see me like this!"

I turned away, grabbing my wrists and crossing my arms over my chest, adding to the stinging pain as my fingers dig into the deep wounds. I wanted to run away but my mind was racing so fast that the thought fled rather soon after it was formed.
I was terrified of his impending reaction, rocking my body back and forth for a sense of security, however dim that sense was. My clothes became covered in blood, my chest finding it increasingly more difficult to take in air. I could feel him creeping up behind me with caution, then he was sprinting.
He grabbed my wrists once he was on his knees beside me, to which I revolted by pushing him away and screaming, watching as he fell to the ground with a grunt and whimper. What did I just do? Please don't hate me!... Please just go away...I knew that it was too late to ask.

Drake's point of view-

The words, my very breath itself snagged in my throat like fish in a catcher's net. My body went stiff, all thoughts drained away as my eyes locked onto the crimson colored lines trailing down my best friends wrists. I watched it drip to the grass, the only thing that kept time from feeling frozen. My body began trembling from the horrific sight, one edge of his sword's sharpened blade cover in the same red liquid running from his cuts.

"Grayson!" His name was all that I was able to say that morning, his being consuming my thoughts, especially in this moment of foreboding and dread.

"You're not supposed- You can't see me like this!"

He turned away, holding his knees to his chest. I refused to stand by idly.
I rushed to his side and dropped to my knees, not caring as they were scratched on the uneven soil from the rips littering my jeans. I grabbed his shoulders, our eyes locked onto his bleeding cuts.
How could he have done this to himself?!

"Get off!" He suddenly snapped, and without a warning, I was pushed forcefully away, landing on my back.

I pushed myself back up, anger joining my tornadoing emotions, but with the situation at hand, I had to suck it up. He turned away from me, pulling his legs up to his chest and trying to hide his injuries behind them. Perhaps I should have taken the gentle approach, but consumed by panic, I rushed him instead.
I forced his arms up, ignoring his brandishing movements attempting to push me away. He finally stopped, looking to me with tearful, hopeless eyes. He sniffed, mucus and water coating the lower half of his face. My tears joined his own, quick to run down my face and take away my breath.
My gaze traveled to his wounds, blood coagulating to stop a majority of the bleeding, but red streaks kept flowing.

"Grayson, why did you hide this from me?" My voice cracked, which it had never done before, not even when Armen died.

I knew that Grayson always kept secrets from me, but something like this? I could not believe that my friend had been suffering all of this time and I had not noticed. I was more angered with myself than I was with him.

He avoided eye contact, choking when he tried to speak. "I-I...I thought you'd hate me, that you wouldn't understand, that...that you'd think I'm too broken to want to be around me."

I could not accept the words that I was hearing. I found myself grabbing his chin, forcing his eyes to meet my own, only to be hit with a shockwave of distress by those eyes. I hated to see him like this, more than hated it.

"Grayson," I tried to keep my voice as calm and caring as possible. "Look at me. Nothing you do will make me hate you, and everything that is broken can be fixed. It just takes time and effort."

He began to cry once more, pulling out my own tears. I looked back to his wrists, knowing that I needed to tend to them. Reaching to Grayson's supplies, I took a roll of dressing and began to wrap in around his left wrist first, seeing as he had cleaned the cuts in the stream. My heart was racing, head aching from all of the thoughts that swarmed relentlessly. Why would he do this? Was I not good enough to help him? Would I do the right things to help him?

"I-I," I looked up, filled with agony as I watched him cry. "I'm sorry. I never told you that I've been depressed. I've always been a liar, kept my secrets to myself...bet you never thought I was a good actor too."

As much as I wanted to scold him, I knew better than to do so. I continued to tend to him, listening as he talked about his family and that it was his fault that they were dead. I denied every claim but he seemed to be getting worse, gasping, a complete wreck. I couldn't stand it anymore.
Once I was done, I finally grabbed him and pulled him against my body, holding him tight in an embrace to soothe him in anyway that I could. He struggled to break free, quickly giving up and allowing his limbs to fall limp. His gasping eventually turned to heavy breathing and sniffling, an occasional cough from his airways being messed up from crying, mucus in his throat. I kept whispering that it was okay, waiting for him to relax.

"It's okay, Grayson. I'm here for you, I always will be." I pulled myself away, gazing into his red eyes that continued to glisten. "Please...tell me these things. I want to help you, at least try. I may not feel what you do entirely, but I've lost people I love too, I know that pain. I sure as h**l am not losing you too!"

I paused, gathering my thoughts. "I'll always be here for you, to listen, to understand... I need you in my life Grayson. I can't imagine a world without you. I know that I wouldn't be here, living, if it weren't for you."

He broke down once more, pulling me in with his arms to crush my body against his chest. I lovingly welcomed the embrace, doing something I should have done a long time ago. I placed a kiss upon his cheek. It may not have been on the lips, but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
I could feel his body tense up, listening to the small gasp coming up from his lungs.
He slowly pushed me away, my gaze locking onto his emerald orbs to search for his emotions. The sorrow and regret had been pushed back, shock in their place as his frontal sentiment. It was quick to fade, his frown returning but a light had sparked in his eyes. I caught him leaning in ever so slowly before closing the gap, placing his lips on mine gently.
First there was an explosion of shock; sweeped by disbelief that this was happening, then the joy formed, the sorrow and guilt fading away for that blissful moment. The kiss was held for I don't know how long, but each moment I could feel it deepen as time seemed to fade from existence.
I pulled away to take in a breath, as he did as well, feeling him coming back to pull my into another, his tongue flicking against my lips but not getting through. He leaned back, breaking the physical intimacy.
My hand rose up, gently stroking his cheek as I smiled with a tear at the base of my lower eyelids. A brilliant light in his eyes and rosy cheeks was joined by a tiny smile.
It made my day to hear his laugh, to see him happy. I treasured the light that ignited in his eyes, a hope and will to live. I did not need an "I love you" or "I'm sorry". I just needed him to be okay, to want to stay alive. That was all I wanted, all I needed.