Dave looked over at the boy laying next to him. He studied that familiar face, every single one of his cute freckles. He found his hand and grabbed hold of it, he never wanted to let this boy go. His name was John, and he was Dave's John. Dave loved him more than anyone or anything in the world. He started to run his fingers up and down John's scars and just scabbing cuts. It broke his heart when he found out John did this, but it didn't change how he felt about him. John started to wiggle around waking up.
"Good morning sleepyhead," Dave greeted him warmly.
"Ehsjfh" John closed his eyes, rolled over, and pulled the blanket over his head again.
"No, we have to leave, come on get ready. Don't make me get you out of bed."
"Ugh, fine." John sat up and crawled out of bed, walking to his closet to change his clothes for the day. After getting changed, Dave was there waiting to greet him with a good morning kiss.
"Breakfast is on the table." Dave told him giving him one last kiss before jumping into the shower.
John walked into the living room to see a plate full of eggs, bacon, and two slices of toast. He also saw a glass of apple juice sitting there, he sighed a sigh of happiness and thought to himself how lucky he was to have Dave. He knew that Dave loved him a lot and even when he found out about your self-harming, he still stuck around. You sat at the table thinking back to that night.