Tae and you both tried to be rational, calm, collected, but the pot of emotions was bubbling over too fast to stop the overflow. The tears were running down both of your cheeks and the back and forth seemed to never end.
"You don't care enough about this!" Tae pushed.
"Or, Tae, you care too much. It's suffocating. You're suffocating!"
Your words were starting to become more hurtful and less true the more the two continued on.
"You know I'm already trying to just be fine. You know I have a lot to deal with, yet you're insistently up my ass and never give me a chance to breathe!" You raise your voice slightly.
"How am I supposed to know anything when all you do is say you're tired and you don't want to talk about it?" He retorts back.
"Why do you care huh?" You test crossing your arms, "You wouldn't understand it since you think I'm even stupid for caring about my family."
"What does any of this have to do with them?" He started to get annoyed.
"See?! Why do you have to use that tone?" You got defensive.
"Because they're garbage to you and you shouldn't care about them!"
"Because they still took care of me! Now dad is basically living in the hospital and I feel like it's my fault for leaving," you shouted.
"No. Hey no. This is what all of this is about? Him being sick? (Y/N/N) that's not your fault," he grabbed your hand.
You started crying at this point, "Yes it is Tae. I left to be with you and he got sick. It's my fault for not being there."
He sighed while leading you to the couch. He pulled you into his lap and hugged you.
"You shouldn't feel like that. You don't control his well being. Or if he takes care of himself. Nothing about him is your responsibility."
You nodded listening to Tae's quiet voice in your ear. You knew deep down that you shouldn't care as much as you do. Only Tae ever helps you to remember that.
"It's okay to still care about him, but also remember what he did to you," Tae adds on.
You started bawling. It hurt to remember. It hurts you to have to face what happened to you. Even with Tae to help you through, you feel like you're alone in a locked box screaming for help. You grabbed his hand and held it in your special way; with your middle and pointer between his thumb and pointer.
You squeezed his hand tightly, "I'm sorry. Please don't leave. I need you."
He kissed your forehead, "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N."
