Autumn's POV

He only stared for a minute before muttering a few tiny words.

"You're too perfect for cutting." He whispered softly, picking at the grass. I felt my face heat up and my heart rate go through the roof. The swarm of butterflies in my stomach got angrier, too. I knew that I was nowhere /near/ perfect.

"No I'm not Mikey, but I'm not gonna sit here arguing about myself with you. I quit yesterday." I told him truthfully.

"Can you help me quit?" He asked, another tear coming down his face, but I quickly reached up and wiped it away.

I nodded slowly, putting on a hopeful smile. "You're gonna be ok. If I can do it, you can do it." I reached over and unzipped his Anthrax hoodie, pulling the whole thing off so I could see his whole arms. I gasped in shock, wondering how it was even possible.

From his wrists, all the way up to the very short sleeves on his Jaws T-shirt. Cuts everywhere. Another tear ran down his face, but I quickly wiped it away. And before I could stop myself, I was in tears, too. So at that point, we were both in eachother's arms, crying our eyes out. I could tell he was making some effort to comfort me, even though I didn't need him to. He made little muffled "shh" sounds into my neck, and I heard him say once or twice that we were ok, even though we obviously weren't. When there were no more tears left, we still sat there, hugging and sniffling. I didn't even mind when he used my shoulder as a tissue, even though it was a little gross.

"Ya know, I think we should get up soon." He murmured, pulling away just enough that I could see his face, just inches away from my own. He smiled weakly.

"But... Ok, fine." I muttered, standing with him.

"We can walk... I mean, if you want to." He offered, putting his hoodie back on and taking my hand.

I blushed and nodded, and he lead me to this path that took us past a little creek.

I feel like we literally talked about everything. At one point I asked where he thought dust comes from, and he said that it probably was just put there by "god or something, ya know?"

We talked about all kinds of useless shit. When I asked him what he we wanted to do when he got out of highschool, he said,"I wanna do something that impacts other people. I wanna make people feel good."

"You do." I told him honestly. He just smiled to himself and blushed.

After a few seconds of silence, he leaned over a little and kissed me on the cheek, which sent my heart rate through the roof. I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were on crack. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I just squeezed his hand awkwardly.

We kept walking in silence until we reached our cars. Mikey turned to me and smiled, then pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank you." He said, kissing me on forehead this time. I was just about to ask him about it, but before I could he had already pulled back from the hug, gotten into his car, and driven away.