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☆Emotional Pain☆

TW: Self-Harm<- In Graphic Detail, Depression, Angst, Mental Illness, Mental Break, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Negative Thoughts/Suicidal Thoughts, Trauma

Please Skip If Uncomfortable! please, this is your warning now.

(I cried writing this.)

(Please, please don't take my wiritng seriously, it is all just for writing purposes only. I do not mean to offend anybody. If this makes you uncomfortable please skip and go read something more lighthearted.)

Thanks.🖤

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Johnnie has been putting on a false face of happiness around Carrington. Masking his depression symptoms. He didn't want Carrington to worry, he also didn't want to be a bother.

Carrington had a keen eye, so he knew when Johnnie was acting. He also knew that Johnnie wasn't telling him something, but he didn't want to push him into talking.

So instead, he gently placed his hand on Johnnie's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"Huh?" Johnnie turned his head and looked at Carrington with emotional pain in his blue eyes. However he smiled anyway. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm gonna go to bed." He got up and out of the blue - he kissed Carrington's cheek. "Bye!" As he went upstairs.

Carrington had been scrolling through his phone when he suddenly felt a kiss on his cheek. He was stunned for a moment, not expecting it at all. He looked up to see Johnnie walking away, saying that he was going to bed.

Carrington watched him go, his mind racing with questions.

Why had Johnnie kissed him? Was there something more to it? He couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity as he sat there, trying to process what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Johnnie went upstairs and into his bedroom. Soon as the door closed, the mask fell off. Tears fill his eyes as he slides down his bedroom door, sniffling softly.

Carrington waited for a few moments, listening to the sound of Johnnie's footsteps as he went upstairs. Once he heard the door close, he got up from the couch and slowly made his way up the stairs.

He approached Johnnie's bedroom door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He could hear soft sniffling coming from inside, and it made his heart ache. He knew that Johnnie was struggling, but he didn't know how to help him.

Carrington took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door. "Johnnie?" He called out softly. "Can I come in?"

Johnnie lifted his head, a few streaks of makeup rolling down his face. "No, i don't want to see anyone right now." He replied, his voice a bit rasped from crying.

Carrington's heart sank at the sound of Johnnie's voice. He sounded so sad and broken, and it hurt him to know that Johnnie was in emotional pain.

He leaned against the door, his forehead resting against the wood. "Please, Johnnie," he said softly. "I just want to make sure you're okay. I can't help but worry about you."

"I said I'm okay!" Johnnie exclaimed suddenly to the door. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." He grumbled.

Carrington was taken aback by Johnnie's sudden outburst, but he knew better than to push him further. He could hear the frustration in his voice, and he didn't want to make things worse.

"Okay," he said softly, backing away from the door. "I'll see you tomorrow. But if you need anything, please don't hesitate to come and talk to me, okay?"