Paultryk Garbage

Boi he depressed

I have nothing to do at 1:30 in the fricken morning so sit back, grab some popcorn, and get ready to cringe.
Hard.

Sleep. God, how Paul needed sleep. He lay awake in bed, Patryk softly snoring beside him. It was dark, and relatively quiet, save for the soft whirs coming from the fan. He let out a soft sigh and gave the alarm clock a quick glance.
2:14
He sighed, running a hand through his hair and staring up at the ceiling. He was completely exhausted, but every time he closed his eyes, he found them open again in seconds.
He then sat up and looked over at Patryk, who was curled up by his side. He stared, observing his features under the soft green glow of the alarm clock. He looked back at the clock.
2:16
Paul groaned, letting himself fall back onto his pillow, and shut his eyes. He felt trapped there, stuck in the quiet darkness, the night crawling on as slowly as possible.
He turned onto his side, curling up and running his hands through his hair. Tears formed in his eyes as he gripped his hair, pulling out a few dark brown strands.

Why aren't I happy?
I have Patryk, so why aren't I happy?

Something had to be wrong with him.
He was in love. Aren't people in love supposed to have a happily ever after or something..?
Yet here he was, married to the love of his life, and he still found himself depressed, often contemplating suicide.
Something had to be wrong with him.
Paul let out a quiet sob, curling up tighter and hiding his hands behind his face. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and jolted, lifting his head and staring at the wall in front of him, almost scared to look behind him.

"Paul.."

He heard Patryk's voice in a soft murmur behind him and slowly looked over his shoulder, tears still streaming out of his eyes.
Patryk was sitting up, his silhouette illuminated by the green glow of the alarm clock behind him.
2:23
He gently rubbed Paul's shoulder and kissed his cheek, leaning towards his ear and letting out another soft murmur; "What happened..?" Paul brushed his hand away and softly laughed, wiping his eyes and turning completely to face him. "Just a nightmare," He assured, squeezing Patryk's hand and smiling.
Patryk nodded and laid back down, resting his forehead against Paul's and gently pressing against him. "It was just a dream. Everything is gonna be okay."
Paul blushed, shutting his eyes and hugging Patryk tightly. As Patryk drifted back to sleep, Paul felt Patryk's heart beating in his chest, still pressed against his own. He slowly nuzzled into Pat's chest, hugging him tighter and trying to finally get to sleep himself. After a few minutes, Paul sighed, pulling Patryk closer and nuzzling into his shoulder. He still couldn't sleep.
He kissed Patryk's head and crawled out of bed, grabbing his lighter and pack of cigarettes, then walking out onto the porch and taking a seat. He sighed, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his mouth. He inhaled the drug, then pulled it away and let out another sigh. A mocha colored hand gently pulled the cigarette away, causing Paul to look up, seeing Patryk by his side once again.
"Paul, what's wrong?" He asked, softly sighing and putting out the cigarette. "I already told you, just a nightmare.." Paul said, watching Patryk as he flicked the cigarette into the trash and sat down beside him. "I know that's not true," He replied, grabbing his hand and gently squeezing it. Paul sighed, resting his head on Patryk's shoulder and shutting his eyes.
"I don't know..I really don't.. I can't sleep, or focus on anything..It's like..I'm depressed, but why? I have you, so shouldn't I be happy? Why aren't I happy?" Paul teared up and hid his face, sniffling and nuzzling into Pat's neck.
Patryk sighed, pulling Paul into his lap and running his hands through his hair. "Shh..It's okay..you're in a rough patch, but it's okay..I'll get you some help..everything will be fine.."
Paul blushed, nodding and hugging him tighter, crying into his chest and gripping the back of his shirt. Patryk stood up, carrying him back to bed and curling up underneath the blanket with him. Before falling asleep, Paul gave one last glance at the alarm clock.
2:46

Lmao hopefully that was okay smh
I'm taking requests bc I'm not original and I have nothing better to do so if you have an idea for these two and maybe the others then tell me, man :0
I'll probably to some traitor au angst next if I don't get any requests soon lmao