Warnings: Feelings of not being smart or pretty enough. Reader is sad but Xavier helps.
Word count: 650
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Today was treating you like shit. Kicking you around left and right. You woke up with your mind going crazy. It told you so many things. You're not pretty or smart enough. You'll never amount to what your boyfriend can do. That Bianca will always be the better girlfriend for him. You felt like a failure and nothing has changed your mind.
You made it throughout the day in classes but the second they were over your bed was calling your name. Walking in with tears in your eyes your roommate tried to help you but it did nothing. She sighs and walks out. Your mind tells you that you're a burden to her and everyone around you and sobs wrack through your body. This day needs to end.
It feels like you had your face in your pillow for hours. The hallway was quiet and your room felt so cold and empty. With everything going on it feels like this day was going on forever.
Too in your head, you barely hear the knock on the door and the quiet creak of it opening and shutting. You're snapped out of it and sniffle when a hand rubs your back softly. You leave your now-wet pillow and turn to see Xavier standing next to you. Concern fills his eyes, it must be killing him to see you like this. That does it for you.
"Xavi." You sob out and reach for his hand.
"Baby.." He whispers to not interrupt the way you're feeling. Your blanket is lifted and he slides in next to you allowing you to position how you want. You ended up on his chest with a leg thrown over his. One hand holds onto his shirt to make sure he doesn't go anywhere,
"Let it out, it's okay to cry. I'll be here however long you need me. Not going anywhere." He murmurs, placing kisses periodically on your head.
"Please don't leave me, I'm sorry."
"Why would I leave you? We all have bad days. Do you remember when we first sat down and talked about us being a thing? I told you that I'd be here through the good days and the bad. I don't want you just for the pleasure and the fun times. I'll be here to hold you while you're crying and to help you with anything anytime. There's nothing you could do to make me leave you."
"I'm not pretty like Bianca. Everyone calls her royalty and I'm not. And you. You can do all these things and look at the paintings you made around this place. That's a skill. What have I done like that? Nothing. I'm nothing."
"Look at me, please. You are not nothing. This mind of yours is being mean to you and I'm so sorry I can't fight it for you. But you've done so much for this place. Not to mention for Enid. You saw the look of absolute happiness on her face when you helped her win the race. You helped her achieve one of the things she most wanted in this life. Eugene, you joined his club and made his day. Me? You brighten up everything for me. Bianca couldn't do that for me. I've never been happier with someone, ever. I love you. Not anyone else. Fight off this monster of a mind, I'll be right here every step of the way."
"I love you." You cry out and bury yourself back into his chest.
"Let me take care of you tonight, okay? No work. I'll bring you food, help you shower, then we can just lay here the rest of the night. Weekend if you'd like to. Whatever you think is useful. I want to be here for you."
You nod not trusting your voice right now and he rubs your back for comfort.
"Alright my love. It's okay. I'm here."
