Davis POV

"Look Ken there is nothing you can do or say to push me out of your life" he insisted

"I'm sorry, Davis! I'm sorry for all the times I've screwed up! I'm sorry that I keep screwing up!"

Ken sat straight up in bed, his shaking arms wrapped tight around his torso. Tears were running unstoppably down his pale cheeks, and his piercing azure eyes were wide with fear. His inky hair hung limply in strands around his head, a few plastered to his forehead with sweat. He raised a shaking, uneasy hand and ran it through his hair. He used the other hand to slowly wipe the tears away from his face.

"Please don't turn away from the people who care about you" Davis pleaded

"I appreciate your concern but you can't help me" Ken dismissed bitterly

"No. You're wrong about me not being able to save you and you don't appreciate the concern. You don't appreciate anything right now. But I don't care. Whatever you're going through I want to be there for you" Davis spoke determinedly

"I can't be saved!"

Ken sobbed fresh tears as he averted Davis' eyes. The azure-eyed teen was jumpy and submissive, but Davis surmised that was a result of his pain. He was filled with guilt and loss. However, Davis refused to give up on the boy before him.

"The worst thing you've ever done. The darkest thought you've ever had. I will stand by you through anything! Don't you see? I'll always be here."

He looked so dejected and broken that Davis began to wonder if he would ever get through to Ken. He seriously wanted to meet whoever had drilled this feeling of worthlessness inside Ken because it wasn't true. It just wasn't.

"And why would you do that?" Ken stared at him

"Because you're my best friend"