I just realized this is actually kind of sad??? If you want me to write another one just let me know!
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The last few days had just been hard, you really weren't feeling well. You weren't sickly, it was just mentally unwell. You were exhausted and burnt out, jobs seemed to pile up, and all you wanted to do was scream. The plan today was simple, probably wallow in your own misery, and maybe take a nap. Just the thought of all that was exhausting, the phone continued to ring. You knew it was your agent, asking what happened to you. But you really didn't care.
A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts and you slowly got off the couch. "What??" you groaned, eventually reaching the door knob.
Glenn smiled at you with roller blades in his hand, "Heyyy sugar pop!"
You looked at him, confusion twisting your face in a funny way. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought maybe you'd want to go rollerblading? It's a really nice day out, Y/N."
The bright sun made your eyes squint, it had been a couple days since the sun has met your face. "Did someone send you here?"
Glenn rolled her eyes, "For fuck's sake, cant I just want to see my girlfriend? Cant I just care that you've locked yourself away for almost two weeks now?"
Crossing your arms, you leaned against the door frame. Yeah, he was right and it all just made you feel shittier about yourself. "Come in then."
He stood awkwardly in your living room, it was cold, dusty, and dark. With a shiver he looked around, "You wanna open the curtains?"
Shrugging your shoulders, you turned to the curtains. "I suppose."
With a slow exhale Glenn sat down on the couch, "You're not going to open up are you??"
You threw your hands in the air, "I don't know what you want me to say Glenn, my life is just a thick black cloud right now. My mind if foggy and crowded, I cant process anything so no I don't think I'll be opening up much."
The room filled with silence again as your outburst hung over the room, Glenn rubbed his neck as he look down at his shoes. "Somehow I don't think skating will fix this."
"Fuck, stop with all the little quips. It's exhausting." You muttered, your eyes burned holes into the top of his head. His head was still bent as he kicked at the carpet, you knew this was hard on him, and he didn't know how to deal with these emotions all the time but it was your house. You could be depressed wherever you wanted to be in here.
Glenn stood up again, throwing his hands in the air. "I just wanted to try and make you feel better. What the fuck do you want??"
You shrugged your shoulders, you didn't know what you wanted. How could you know? "I don't know, I'm lost, and I'm fucking tired. I'm tired of living in this cloud of shit."
Walking over to you, Glenn put his hands on your shoulders, "I understand Y/N, I'm sorry I'm not helping. I should've been here sooner...."
"No," You shook your head as tears spotted your cheeks. "I should've spoken up."
Glenn turned you around slowly, wrapping his arms around you. "I love you honey, and I'm always here."
