Stress- Brian May

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Ok so for the record it is 1:19 AM and I'm writing this after having read about 20 Gwilym Lee imagines. TAKE THAT. Anyways here's this its probably really bad considering how tired I am rn. This is also probably gonna be really short soooo sorry lol.

I collapsed onto the floor, my face in my hands and my knees now bruised from the impact. I sobbed out of stress and anger towards...people. Why can't people just see how much they're hurting me...

People would call me or text me trying to trick me into saying something and use it as blackmail or they point out my flaws and insecurities as if its nothing. Like it isn't destructive. As if what they're doing isn't contributing to my decaying self confidence. 

I sobbed for maybe...hours. Before I decided to get up and move to the bedroom, here at least I could be warm. And it would be less awkward if someone came and found me laying in bed instead of on the kitchen floor. 

I crawled into my bed, covered in probably ten blankets. As I slip under the covers, the blankets feel as though they are hugging me. Comforting me. I softly weep into my pillow, wishing I had better friends. Friends that wouldn't make me feel insecure. Friends that would talk to me because they actually wanted to, not as a last resort or time passer. 

A few minutes pass like this, before I hear the front door open and close. "Lovey?!" A familiar voice yells. Brian. I wince at the thought of confronting him like this. "Y/N?" He says, getting closer to the bedroom. the door opens, revealing Brian, with a concerned look on his face. "Aww no baby, come here." He says, rushing over to the bed to comfort me. He slips under the covers and hugs me so tight I can hear his pulse. "Shhhh, I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I should've been here sooner to be here for you. But I'm here now, everything will be just fine." 


Pffft this one is short af. 350 words


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