If Only You Knew...(The Weeknd Imagines)

Anxiety/Depression Comfort POV ft Abel

You pull into the garage of your apartment building and sigh heavily as you park next to your boyfriend's car. You knew he was going to be home but didn't want him to see you in your current state.

You were mentally exhausted and had a migraine that hurt so bad you could barely keep your eyes open. Your face was red from how hard you had been crying and dry tears stained your cheeks.

Even though he knew you suffered from depression, amongst other things, he had never seen you that bad and you weren't sure how he was going to react.

Between working, keeping up with course work, dealing with personal problems and mourning the passing of a close family member, you were so overwhelmed and had finally reached your breaking point. You spent most of your day at your best friend's house having one of the worst breakdowns you've ever experienced and as much as she tried to comfort you, it didn't help.

After sitting in the car for a few extra minutes, trying to compose yourself, you get out of the car and grab your bag from the backseat to head inside. You take the elevator up to the fifth floor where you and your boyfriend live and slowly walk down the hall to your apartment door.

You can feel your emotions and anxiety rising once again because you know your boyfriend is on the other side of the door, waiting for you to come home so you two can talk about your day like you usually do. You knew it was Thursday and he was going to be excited to watch a new episode of his favorite show with you but you didn't feel like doing anything.

You just wanted to go straight to the bedroom and lock yourself in there until this feeling of despair was gone.

You take your key out and shakily unlock the door before opening it and quietly stepping inside. You sit your bag down, slip your shoes off, and take off your jacket before taking a deep breath and continuing inside.

"Baby? You home?!" You hear your boyfriend Abel call from the kitchen. 

"Yes love." You answer back as you hastily try to sneak past the kitchen to the bedroom.

"Hey." He grabs your hand just as you pass him. "What are you in a rush-"

His sentence trails off as he notices the dry tears on your face, the ones welling in your eyes and your lip starting to quiver as you tried to hold more tears back.

"Baby, you're shaking. What's going on?" He ask softly as he put his snacks down. "Are you okay?"

You shake your head no as tears start stream down your face again and you sink down to the ground.

He sits next to you and wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest as you continue to cry.

He let you cry for a minute or two, baffled as to what to do next.
He knew you were feeling overwhelmed with school but had no idea about what else was troubling you, since you kept it all to yourself.

He wanted to be careful and considerate about how he handled you and your feelings but he didn't know where to start.

"Can you tell me what's wrong so I can help?" He whispered as he rubbed your back.

"Everything." You say through your tears. "Everything's wrong...my head..hurts...School is...kicking..my ass...and...and..."

Between the tears, hiccups and hyperventilating you can barely speak so Abel stops you.

"Ssh ssh, it's okay." He says softly. "We can talk about it later, for now I just want you to breathe okay?"

You nod your head.

"Come on, I'll help you."

He repositions himself on the floor so he's facing you now.

"Ready?"