Lucy spirals after her parents

The help

She tried to stand up but fell back to the floor, tears streaming down her face as she cried her heart out. The emotional weight of everything was too much to bear. As she lay on the floor, the sobs wracking her body, she heard a knock on the door. It was Tim.

"Lucy, are you okay?" Tim's voice was filled with concern.

Lucy didn't want to answer. If she didn't respond, she knew he would break down the door. She forced herself to speak, though her voice wavered.

"Yep, totally okay!" she replied, but the unconvincing tone betrayed her true feelings.

Tim wasn't fooled. "Then if you're okay, you can open the door, right?"

Lucy wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She got up, walked to the door, and opened it, forcing a smile.

"Lu, I can see that you've been crying," Tim said gently, his eyes full of worry.

Lucy tried to brush it off. "And my problems aren't yours," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Tim stepped closer, his expression serious. "Your problems are my problems. We're a team, you know?"

Lucy looked away, her resolve weakening. "I just... I don't want to burden you," she whispered.

Tim reached out, lifting her chin so she had to look at him. "You're not a burden, Lucy. I'm here for you, no matter what."

She felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief and vulnerability. "I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, tears welling up again.

"You don't have to do it alone," Tim assured her. "We'll get through this together."

Lucy took a shaky breath, finally allowing herself to lean on Tim's support. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

his voice filled with concern. "What were you doing in here?" he asked gently.

Lucy looked up, her eyes starting to water. "I... I relapsed," she admitted, her voice trembling.

"Can I see?" Tim asked softly, his worry evident.

Lucy nodded reluctantly, her movements slow and hesitant. She pulled down her pants slightly, revealing her thighs wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. Tim gently lifted her from the floor and placed her on the bathroom counter, standing between her legs. He gazed at her with a sad expression before enveloping her in a comforting hug.

"Can I see the scars?" Tim asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy nodded again, allowing him to unwrap the bandages. As he revealed the fresh cuts on her thighs, his heart ached for her pain.

"Lucy, you need to get help," he said, his tone earnest and caring.

"I know..." Lucy replied, her voice filled with shame and regret.

"Why do you cut?" Tim asked, searching her eyes for answers.

"To stop thinking..." Lucy whispered, tears streaming down her face.

They stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions. Slowly, they both leaned in for a kiss, a passionate yet tender connection that spoke volumes. When they pulled apart, they smiled at each other, a silent promise of support and understanding passing between them.

"Can I take care of the cuts?" Tim asked.

Lucy nodded, trusting him completely. Tim carefully cleaned and rebandaged her wounds, his touch gentle and reassuring.

From that day forward, their bond grew stronger. They supported each other through the healing process, and their love blossomed. Eventually, they got married, and their life together was blessed with two beautiful children. Despite the struggles they had faced, they built a life filled with love, trust, and unwavering support, finding happiness and strength in each other.