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CHRIS.
Wes walked in, Andrew was already sat down. Only three other students were in the classroom. Wesley took his seat next to the other, who was clearly trying to finish his work from yesterday that he didn't do.
When Wes seated himself, Andrew stopped working on his paperwork and glanced over. He didn't say anything, just looked at Wesley for a moment, before continuing writing.
"I looked it up." Wesley said, "BPD."
Andrew stopped writing, looking up at Wes. "And?"
"I can barely handle the emotions I have, I can only imagine how hard it has to be to deal with them more heightened." Wesley went on, "The way you handle yourself makes more sense now."
The other sat up in his chair, "And how do I handle myself?"
"Carefully. I've seen how you act and now it makes sense. Ya know? You understand that sometimes your emotions become too much and you don't want to hurt those around you."
Silence.
Andrew stared at Wesley, his eyes holding an emotionless expression.
After a bit, Wes truly thought he had said something wrong, misspoken or just completely misunderstood Andrew. Just as he was about to spill out a messy apology.
"You noticed?"
Andrew's voice was shaky and his once cold eyes soften as tears started to fill them. Just as more students started to enter the classroom. Wesley stood up, grabbing Andrew's arm and tugging the male up with him.
Reluctantly Andrew followed and allowed Wes to take him out the classroom and down the hall into the public bathroom.
Once the pair were in the bathroom, Wesley locked the door and pulled Andrew to him. Although he was shocked at first, he relaxed slowly and let himself cry on Wes' shoulder.
"It's just hard, like, like, my mind wants to self destruct everything. I can't even trust my own emotions anymore, like what the fuck is that? I, I feel like I'm going against every single emotion I feel, because nothing feels real anymore." Andrew sobbed out, his words sounded like mindless rambles as he tried to explain his thoughts.
Wesley quietly hummed, rubbing his hand up and down Andrew's back, allowing the other to spill out his guts. "I just feel disconnected from my life, who am I when I'm not experiencing this much emotion? I feel like I have never gotten to meet myself."
"You're never going to be this version of yourself who doesn't have any problems or issues. I get that you just don't understand who you are when it comes to your emotions, that's part of you though." Wesley spoke and Andrew nodded, "It's just hard to accept that this is always going to be me."
The two stayed quiet for a bit, the only sound was from Andrew soft sniffles. "Okay, okay, I'm good." He spoke softly, pulling away from Wesley.
"Let's get back." Wes replied, wiping the trails off of Andrew's face. He turned and unlocked the door. He held it open for Andrew who smiled softly, still feeling a bit vulnerable and shy. Once Andrew walked out, Wesley started trailing out, only to hear a "What the fuck are you doing here?"
