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It was just one of those days. You felt sluggish, sleepy, and somewhat depressed. Your chest felt tight and you felt more emotional than normal. Sleep didn't come easy but it did come often this day, as you slept more than usual.
Joe noticed something was up when you would only give short, mumbled answers. He kept an eye on you the whole day, holding you as you napped the day away. He was worried, no doubt, but he assumed you were just stressed with work.
That was until he found you bent over the bathroom sink, an open bottle of pills in your hand. He asked you what you were doing, his heart racing as he waited for the answer that never came.
You felt done with life. Everything, even the noise from the tv in the other room was too loud and you felt like the walls were closing in on you.
"I just don't wanna be here," you whisper, tears finally escaping.
He heard you and his heart broke for you. His arms wrapped themselves around you and he held you tight, right there where you both stood in the bathroom. He grabbed the bottle out of your hands, put the cap back on it, and placed it back in the medicine cabinet.
He hoisted you up into his arms, carrying you like a baby back into the bedroom. His lips were soft as he placed kisses all over your skin, a few tears shed from his eyes. He smelt like his musky body wash and fresh laundry and you couldn't help yourself as you clung to him, face in his chest. You cried. Hard and shakily, you let it all out, apologizing in choked sobs.
"Hey, hey," he whispered. "You got nothin', absolutely nothing to apologize for."
"I love you," you cried and pushed your face back into his naked chest, your arm wrapped tightly around his torso, fearing he would leave.
