Y/n was supposed to be in my dorm 3 minutes ago and I'm worried. I know that sounds control freakish but I know my girlfriend. She's never late to anything, never has been in the 6 years I've known her. According to her 'if your early, your on time. If your on time your late.' which is why she prides herself on her punctuality. I decided to go look for her knowing the thing that's keeping her away will not be pretty. Making the 2 minute walk to her dorm room I thought of all possible reasons she could be late; sleep, cramps, bad day, mad at me. No matter the reason she would 100% require one of my hoodies was compensation for her troubles.
Opening her door I was suppressed to be met with clouds of stem billowing from her bathroom. Thats the one thing about her that confuses me, she showers, baths, washes her face in the most scalding hot water you can imagine. Trying to have shower or bath sex is worth it but its still short of torture but she doesn't see the problem. I'm sure her body has had it's senses fucked up and now she can't recognize the pain. She was in the shower but she was- oh no.
Her clothes were on and she was sitting down. I took my hoodie off but opened the door which caught her attention. She tried clambering up but I was too quick, I leant down coming to her before sitting next to her on the floor. Wrapping my arms around her I pulled her into me so she could cry into my chest. "darling, talk to me." She shook her head and I sighed. I moved my arm that wasn't Around her to turn the water off.
Once I did I wrapped both my arms around her to carry her out of the shower and then sushi rolled her in a towel as she continued to cry. I just held her for a while until the tears stopped enough for her to stop sobbing. "Princess, you can't stay in these wet clothes. Do you want me to help you change?" I felt her nod and undressed her from the wet clothes putting her in the hoodie I brought for her.
I took her in my arms bridal style and brought her to her bed so I could hold her. She didn't speak till the next morning when she told me the details of what was a really tough mental day where the world seemed to be against her and all that mounted into a small breakdown/ anxiety attack.
Why is the world so cruel to my perfect , beautiful girlfriend?
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IMAGINE MY BOYℳ℞
Fanfictionits exactly as it sounds; iMagines for my boy Mattheo because i have an unhealthy obsession with him. Stories fro my dr, books and overall short stories about him.
