Heyyy!!!! I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD! Anyway, read this shit i wrote in like 30 minutes.
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TW: SAD AND DEPRESSING CONTENT.
Rob's POV
"Com'on angel."I smile. I held my hand out for my boyfriend to take.
Today i booked him for a appointment to check on a few things, mostly because he started to...Cut.
I've caught him taking a piece of a broken mirror to his wrist, thigh and stomach.
"I don't wanna go!" He whines, for about the 100th time today.
"Com'on. I'll be by your side." I smile and nod at him.
He takes my hand and follows behind.
I hop into the car with him and buckle up myself as he does the same.
I turn on a quiet song that i knew Preston would like.
The whole time he was fiddling with his bracelets and staring out the window, distracted by everything around him.
I took one hand off the steering wheel and grabbed his. He glanced down and then up at me.
I smiled and kept my eyes on the road. "We're here" I mumble, letting go his hand.
I stepped out of the car and entered the office with him.
"I don't wanna do this Robby" He whispers, on the verge of tears.
I pull him back out of the place and give him a kiss on the lips, leaving them there for a while.
"Pres, it's gonna be okay. We'll do this together." I smile,pulling away slightly.
He takes a deep breath and nods. I smile and take his hand in mine, walking back in.
"Mr.Arsement?" The woman at the front desk called.
He looked at me and stood up, waiting for me to follow.
"You'll be okay." I nod. He hesitates and walks away, up to the woman.
"Follow me dear" She smiles. I hope this will go well.
*Time skip till he's done in the office*
Preston walks out, slight red around his eyes and a piece of paper in his hands.
"How'd it go?" I ask, standing up. "Alright.." He mumbled.
We exit the place, walking along the sidewalk.
"What's the paper for?" I asked. "Medication.." He sighs, handing it to me.
He has to get meds for depression. "Let's go next door." I smile, pulling him close.
We entered and got the medication and then went back to the car.
"When and how many should you be taking?" I ask.
He reads the paper and responds with 2 a day everyday.
I sigh and take him home, planning to cuddle with him after this long day.
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A few weeks have past, Preston seeming pretty upbeat and happy.
Thing is, this isn't the Preston i love and remember.
His happiness is great, no doubt about that but it's not real.
You can tell this is just fake happiness, you notice this dull look in his eyes and how every time he smiles it's not true.
I miss the old Preston that i knew and loved.
This isn't helping.
It's making him fake everything...Maybe even his love...
