Will you let me in your swamp?

A comforting visit.

I hear a knock on my door, and I know it's Mike. I gather the strength to get up, and I drag myself over to my front door, still wrapped in my blanket. As soon as he sees me, he lets out a sigh and says, "You look horrible... Do you want to talk about it?" I nod, and he pats my back knowingly. I slump down on the couch, and he sits himself down next to me. "This place is a mess." He says, letting out a sympathetic laugh. I giggle a little, brushing some of the trash in front of me off to the side of the room.

"So... What happened?" He asks, concern lacing his voice. I sigh and try not to start tearing up again. My voice trembles as I say, "It happened again" He puts his arm on my shoulder, gently squeezing me. "No need to rush; take your time," He says. I look at him tiredly, relaying a nightmare turning into reality.

Mike looks at me reassuringly, grabbing my hand, and he tells me

"It's gonna be okay."

"T-thanks for coming, Mike...I just needed someone to talk to, and I do trust you the most." I try to say in my hoarse voice. "I'm always here for you, Shrek." He says, smiling. I try to smile back, despite crying for so long and feeling so betrayed. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything-" He stops me before I can finish my sentence.

"you have every right to feel this way Shrek." I take a deep breath, relieved. "He lied to you; if my future hubby did something like that, I'd feel the same." Mike gives me a long warm hug. I felt so much better like a boulder had just been taken off my chest.

"Now, let me help clean up this place."

"You don't have to!"

"You're my best friend, Shrek, apart from listening to you be torn... This is the least I could do." He grabs a broom from the closet next to the kitchen and starts dusting wrappers and bottles off my hardwood floors. I get up slowly, feeling sore from everything and start putting my dirty bed sheets into the laundry bin. I dump the overflowing basket into the machine; I reach for the soap, "Soft Swamp scents," it reads, and I wonder if Gru'll ever come to visit me back here again...

"Call me before you do anything stupid, k?" Mike chuckles giving me a smirk before closing the door. I lock the door, grateful I had ever met a guy like him.

I walk past the kitchen and hop into bed. I grabbed my phone to browse a little before dosing off. Remembering the pain today, I open my socials to block Gru on my phone and settle down for some rest.