les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

86. Depression

Triggers: Depression

Imagine: Eric trying to help you overcome your depression.

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It was coming back, well it had never really been gone, you had just been keeping busy with the initiates, but now initiation was over, and you were free, which wasn't really a good thing, especially not after the cuts. You had been suffering from depression for as long as you could remember, which was surprising since you were an ex-Amity, but when you're always forced to be happy, the harder it is to really be happy. You thought you'd be better once you transferred to Dauntless, but things didn't change much until you started dating Eric, that was when you learned what genuine happiness was, your depression never fully left you though.

Soon after transferring, you got a job as an initiate instructor, and this initiation was the first time you were able to do your job, you became very close to the initiates, they loved you and you them. There was one kid in particular who you were very close to, he was a shy Erudite transfer, and he was weak, very weak, so you had taken the initiative to help him. He was pushing through, but by the final ranks he dropped too low to stay in Dauntless. You felt responsible for the look of utter fear in his eyes as he packed his bags to leave for Factionless. Now that you didn't have initiation to distract you, everything came crashing down like a wave of sadness and pain, you lie in bed, the tears don't stop pouring out, you feel as if you can never be happy again. You're so lost in emotion that you don't hear Eric come in.

"Y/N?" You quickly close your eyes, pretending to be sleeping, "I know you're awake babe."

You groan, indicating that you want him to leave, but instead he sits next to you, placing his hand on your back "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I-I don't- Idon'tknow," You stutter out, you get up and press yourself against Eric's chest.

"It this about the boy?" You shrug your shoulders, it's not just about him, "Alright, if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to, I just want you to know that I'm right here."

"Thank you," You choke out, continuing to sob. You cry for almost two hours, and Eric patiently sits there holding you. You finally feel a bit relieved after letting out all the emotion that you'd been holding back for months, it obviously wasn't all gone but you did feel lighter.

"You feeling better?" You nod a little, "Good, now I'm not going to sleep until I see the smile that I love."

You raise your eyebrows, daring him to try, "So the other day, my friend Jess was cold so I told her to stand in the corner."

"Huh?" You ask in a raspy voice, "Why?"

"A corner is 90 degrees," He smirks, you roll your eyes, he knows you're a sucker for puns, but he couldn't make you smile that easy, "No? Alright let me try again."

He pulls you closer in his arms, "Why do they call me Nemo?"

You sigh, "Why?"

"Because I'm not afraid to touch the butt," He whispers squeezing your ass, you jump a little, biting back a smile, "Oh, I'm getting warmer!"

"Eric stop with the puns," You complain, still trying not to smile, "They're not going to work."

"They're not?" You shake your head, "Alright, looks like I have to try something else."

He pushes you on to the bed, and crawls towards you, "Eric...? What are you doing?"

He doesn't response, and stops, straddling you. He puts his fingers on your side, tickling you; you let out a scream, "Eric!"

You laugh, tears stream down your face, and you beg him to stop, he doesn't until you're completely out of breath. You lie there for a while, laughing, and Eric smiles, rolling off you and lying next to you, "I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Eric," The sadness might not ever leave you, but for now, you were okay, here with Eric. 

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