Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the town, Sherwin found Y/n sitting alone on a park bench, staring at the ground. He approached cautiously, sensing that this was a moment for delicate intervention.
"Hey, Y/n," he began softly, sitting beside her. "You've seemed a bit off lately. Is everything alright?"
Y/n's eyes remained fixed on the ground. For a long moment, she was silent, her thoughts swirling in a storm of unresolved emotions. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice trembling.
"Sherwin, I... I don't know how to say this, but I've been feeling really lost. I've been pushing people away and acting like everything's fine when it's not."
Sherwin looked at her with concern, urging her to continue.
"I hate myself," Y/n confessed, her voice breaking. "I hate how I've been treating myself and others. I've been doing reckless things—drinking too much, neglecting my health—because deep down, I feel like I don't deserve anything better. It's like I'm punishing myself for something I can't even explain."
Sherwin felt a pang of sadness hearing this. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "I'm really sorry you're going through this, Y/n. But you don't have to face it alone. There's help and support out there, and you deserve to feel better."
Y/n looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I've felt so alone lately, Sherwin. Like no one would miss me if I were gone. I know it's not true, but that's how it feels."
Sherwin squeezed her shoulder gently. "You are not alone, Y/n. You matter to more people than you realize, including me. We can get through this together. Please, let's talk to someone who can help us navigate these feelings."
For the first time in a long while, Y/n felt a flicker of hope. Sherwin's compassion and understanding gave her a glimmer of reassurance that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as alone as she felt. They sat there together, sharing the fading light of day, taking the first steps toward healing and rediscovering the value of life and self-worth.
