Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎comfort

I couldn't stop sobbing. Nothing I could do would stop me from crying.

My friends stood me up and were ignoring me and I felt like I everybody hated me.

But it was party we were having, so I sat on my bed with my blinds shut and my door closed and I silently sobbed while everybody else laughed and had the time of their lives. It hurt.

I put my head between my knees and I cried harder until I looked up when I heard the door open.

"Hey I'm here-" Dally began before I jolted up and engulfed him in a hug and he held me tight as I cried into his shoulder.

"What's the matter?" He whispered while petting my hair.

"M- my friends." I mumbled before my voice broke and I cried more.

"Don't worry about them," He said and I pulled away.

"God, it just feels like they all hate me." I said and looked down. I sat down on the bed and I looked at my feet.

"They don't, honey." He said and side hugged me, "And besides, you got me!"

"You're better than them." I said and I wrapped him up.

He kissed my head and rocked me softly. He was good at comfort and he knew it.