Forever

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mentions self harm
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Waking up in the same bed as the love of your life is the best feeling in the world. But knowing what it felt like to lose that person in the harshest of ways can put a halt on the growth of a new chapter of your love. It can create tension and elevate the anger that resonates in the surrounding air. That is the worst feeling in the world.

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"I'm going to go shower." Pietro states while Bree watches him walk in front of her from her spot on the couch.

"You don't wanna do it here?" She slowly stands.

"No, no, it's, uh," he shakes his head with furrowed brows while waving it off a bit, "no, I'm going to go down to my room."

"Okay." She nods softly while standing as his eyes land nowhere near her. "I love you?" She nods and he pulls his lips into his mouth.

"I love you too." He nods and give her a single kiss before racing off her floor.

This leaves her standing there, alone with a stabbing pain in her chest that shoots through her entire body. The tears pool in her eyes with a trembling lip as she nervously rubs her hands together in front of her. Her body shakes when she tries to hold back before it gives in and the cries pour out.

She takes off to the stairs and hurries down two floors until she reaches the one with all the bedrooms. She covers her mouth and speed-walks to his room.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands when she barges through the door and closes it behind her. He looks up and she moves fast to throw her arms around his neck as he grabs a handfull of her hair and hugs her tight. He falls to his back for her to straddle his waist.

"I know what I did." She sobs in his neck and he begins to cry as well. "I'm so sorry. I won't do it again, I promise, I won't do it again." She sits up on her elbows and shakes her head. "Please, forgive me, I'm so sorry."

He nods with a deep breath and pushes her hair behind her ear before pulling her down to a gentle touch of their lips. He hugs her close again and sits back up, shaking in each other's necks.

"Promise me, you'll never do that again." He holds the back of her neck and she nods.

"I promise." She concludes and he lets out a shaky sigh while closing his eyes.

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Bree is lying on her back beside Pietro, who rests on his elbow with his thumb brushing back and forth over her cheekbone.

"What're you feeling?" He asks just above a whisper.

"Tired." She states with a loss in her raspy voice.

"And?" He takes her hand.

"Scared."

"Of what?" He turns her hand over, palm facing up.

"Just," she thinks for a moment, "I don't want this to happen again. I don't trust myself to control this or to not...end it." She shrugs slightly and he bites his cheek with wrinkled brows. "And I don't wanna leave you or hurt you anymore." Her voice cracks with tears as he pushes his hand in her sleeve a bit. "I just wanna be okay."

"And I want to help make you okay." He nods. "I will. I don't care what it takes, I'll do whatever I can to make you as happy as possible everyday. And I know that this won't be easy, it'll be hard as hell, but I don't care. I'm doing it. And..." He pushes his hand further in her sleeve and feels bumps before she looks down.

"Did you trick me?" She asks softly and he pulls his lips into his mouth with raised brows while pulling the sleeve down. "That's rude."

"I just wanted to check." He sighs while grazing his finger tips over her newest marks before shaking his head. "Come here."

He places his hand on her cheek and leans in to press his lips to her temple. She closes her eyes and holds his arm as he moves to his forehead instead.

"I love you." He whispers while moving his hand to her shoulder.

"I love you." She turns into him to pull him closer.

He lays down and drags her into his chest for her to hug his waist and hold his shoulder.

"Your parents said that you have medication that you refuse to take." He states and she closes her eyes. "I want you to start taking it again."

"Okay."

"If you need help or some kind of encouragement, I'm here." He states surely. "And I'm not leaving."