My Stupid Little Life

Chapter 16 : Little Lego House.

Micky's POV

We stay there in silence. It wasn't awkward. I actually quite loved it. I felt so relaxed and at peace. I stare into her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face. I wipe away her tears with my thumb but more continue to fall down.

"Don't cry."

"I can't help it."

"Why?"

"I never knew that there was even such person who would care about me this much. Don't get me wrong. I love you and I know you love me but I just never knew that you cared about me this much. I thought that you were like one of those people I thought is break up with after a few weeks like first relationships."

"Well, you're wrong."

"I get it. But it just seems so cliché. I feel like I'm in a teen fiction with the tragic past and shit then there's you. The caring boyfriend who wouldn't give up on me. I completely forgot about you and you wouldn't give up on me, I completely hated you but you still tried your best to win my heart and now, I am insane and you're just here, in my bed, cheering me up."

"I just don't like seeing you like this."

Oh I'm sure he does.

I could hear the sarcasm in its tone. "It's back."

"It's alright. We'll get through this. Don't worry."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay."

I cuddle closer to him and bury my head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

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We were sitting on the couch and chatting. It didn't matter. It was a weekend.

"Umm....Micky?"

"Y-yes?" I said, a little nervous, somehow knowing what he might say.

"May I see?"

"See what?"

"You know..."

I knew what he was talking about.

"Have you seen the cuts before?"

"Yes but I never really actually saw them."

"Just...don't freak out."

"I promise."

I rolled up my sleeves and shows him my arms, looking away not wanting to see his reaction.

"Saying that it was a lot was an understatement. I saw this last night and I thought it was a lot but now..."

"I know." I say but the next thing was about to do actually surprised me. He gave me a nice warming hug. "I'm sorry." I say, hugging him back.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Well, I'm a suicidal freak. That's not the brightest kind of roommate."

"It's alright."

"Thanks. I feel disgusted."

"Hehe. Honestly, I do too but not about you but your dad."

"Well, I guess mental insanity runs in the family."

"Oh really?"

"Mum has affected us a lot I guess."

"Maybe. Do you...do you want to go for therapy?"

"No. Please."

"Okay. Okay."