Y/n: your name
T.W: ptsd (yelling)
"Y/n, do you know how to get past this?"
Y/n sat in the cold room with his gaze set onto her eyes. She sat quiet thinking. She knew that he had just lost his best friend
"Pete... I- I'm not sure. How about we just-"
"No! I can't just- We can't just side track the fact that goose is dead!" Maverick made her go silent. She looked down.
"Look I can't do this..." y/n said walking away. She ran to her shared room and laid on the bed holding a pillow tight.
Maverick sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. "God goose what do I do?" He said tearing up.
Y/n was left in the room with a panic attack as she slowly began to get worse and worse.
Maverick finally walked in "sweetheart? Baby, hey come here..." he said sitting on the bed. He slowly pulled y/n up into his arms holding her head on his chest
"Baby I'm sorry.... I shouldn't have yelled"
He rubbed her head kissing the top "baby let's just go to bed and sleep good night love."
(First story ever 0-0)
