Met You When I Was Sixteen

5.

It was really a surprise for me when he suddenly agreed. I've been trying for months now and not a single time did I succeed. Until now, at this very moment.

I convinced my horrific borderline boyfriend to go into therapy with me. I think mostly for him, but partly for myself. Maybe we'll learn from it, and we will go back to a healthy relationship. I know that we won't be those 'high school sweethearts' anymore, but we can change; I have faith in us.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a knock on the door could be heard; it kind of made me flinch. I grabbed my phone to look at the time and figured it was just '09:47' who the hell is here this early?

Sem looked as confused as I am, which made me realize that neither of us were expecting someone.

Sem was standing against the counter, sipping his newly made coffee while staring at my every move. I could feel his eyes burn into the back of my head as I made my way towards the door, only to peek through the little keyhole, seeing no other than Atlas on the other side. His hands are in his pockets while he waits patiently for anyone to open them. A brief of nerves flinching through his veins.

I knew he'd rather have me open the door than Sem, which happened a few times. It also shows how much he comes around nowadays. Actually, in the past few years that I've known him.

Every time that Sem opened the door, Atlas would be met with a door in his face or an eye roll, sometimes even both.

But that didn't stop him from getting what he came from, my company. He always knew when I was at my breaking point, which now I mention, is kind of creepy. but I never thought of it that way. I just thought of it like a normal best friend instinct. I'm really thankful I've got him, though.

I open the door slightly to see Atlas already looking down at me, a concerned look on his face. Then it hit me. I didn't text him yesterday night.

''Oh my god, Atlas.'' - ''I'm so sorry!'' I tried not to stutter. The door opens ever so slightly. But I was just casually staring down at the floor while two feet appeared in front of me, a lot closer than they were before.

I was met with a warm embrace. I slowly moved my sight forward and was immediately met with Atlas's chest, his arms around my short body while his hand meets the back of my head, grooving through my hair, which is now a whole mess. I was surprised by the sudden hug, but he kept whispering comforting things, causing me to wrap my arms back around his tall figure.

''Ssshh... It's okay. I was just worried sick. Brooke..'' He released some hard deep breaths, before pulling away, checking my body for any type of hurt or wound, maybe even a scratch. ''Are you okay?!'' I was the one to place my arm on his shoulder, this time, rubbing my palm against his shoulder blade in soothing motions. ''I'm okay Atlas, Breathe..''