"Kendall… I need to tell you something," Logan whispered to his boyfriend, playing with the sleeve of his hoodie. Kendall had noticed that he wore that hoodie more often now, never being caught without it.

"Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, love…" Kendall replied with a kiss on the forehead.

Logan pulled up the sleeve on his hoodie, revealing scars. Some fresh, and some looking like they'd been created two weeks ago. A single tear rolled down Logan's cheek, and he looked into Kendall's eyes with a pleading sadness he'd never seen before.

"Logan… What happened?" Kendall asked quietly, not realizing all the breath had been sucked out of his body. He already knew what was going on, but he wanted to hear it from his boyfriend.

"I c-cut myself, Kendall…" Logan whimpered in a broken voice, choking on a sob. "I'm not good enough. I'm untalented, hideous, and fat… I don't see how you can love me. I don't deserve you."

"Logan, please don't talk like that. You are the most beautiful person I've ever met," Kendall sighed and pulled Logan into his arms, kissing his temple. "I love you, please don't ever forget that."

"B-but… Look at me, Kendall. You're so talented and gorgeous, and I'm just me."

"Stop talking like that, love. You're perfect." Kendall pulled him in for a kiss, passionate and sweet. It was an "I love you" kiss, rather than an "I want to fuck you" kiss. Different from what Logan was used to from the cocky blonde.

Logan pulled away and stood up, walking to the bathroom. He pulled something out from under the bath mat, and Kendall realized it was a blade. Logan pressed it into Kendall's hand with a small smile, and Kendall stood up and threw it out the window. He grabbed Logan by the hand and pulled him into a tight embrace, knowing he was done hurting himself—for good.