What Does Being Smart Have To Do With Love? |A Mikayuu Love Story|

Getting Help

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"How are you holding up, Mika?" the therapist asks but Mika stays silent while looking at the ground. "Mika, I want to help you but you arent cooperating with me. Can you tell me how your week went?" Mika still didnt answer.

"Mika..she is trying to help you out.." i whisper to him.

"Help me with what exactly? there is nothing wrong with me im fine." he says and traces the scars on his wrist.

"Mika you arent fine. You self harm and tried to commit suicide. You dont want to talk about your past at all, in fact, you dont want to talk at all. Talking to someone helps you get better." The therapist says.

"How the fuck would talking to someone help?!" Mika snaps.

"Mika.." I say and he goes back to tracing his scars. I look at the therapist. "Im sorry, hes really sensitive and snappy especially after that day.."

"Its fine i totally get it. Mika could you wait outside, me and yuu need to have a private conversation."

"No. Im not going anywhere without yuu." He doesnt look up. He was getting difficult but i had to be patient with him. Hes hurting and forcing him to do things wont help him at all.

"Well okay." The therapist says and looks at me. "Im going to put him on pills."

"Pills? Why pills? What will pills do exactly?" I ask.

"It'll help him keep his mind off of things. These pills will help him recover."

"Are you sure?"

"Guaranteed." I hear mika scoff and he holds my hand.

"Okay." I say. "If it helps him get better."

"Okay I'll be right back." The therapist gets up and walks out. I look at mika and hes focused on tracing my hand.

"Mika.."

"Yeah?"

"Look at me." He looks at me and i finally get a good look at him. Hes pale and has huge dark bags inder his eyes. Ever since that night hes gotten less sleep and more skinny since he doesnt want to eat. It saddens me to see him like this so i look away.

"I know im ugly yuu, and i know you think so too." He looks at the ground. I look at him. "And i also know that i was a mistake.."

"Mika, you arent ugly or a mistake."

"Yeah right." The therapist comes back and hands me the bottle of pills. I take the pills then look at mika and he has his head down.

"Lets go Mika." I stand up. He copies my movements and holds my hand. I say a quick thank you to the therapist and walk out.

"Im not taking those pills."

"Mika you have to." We walk out the building.

"I don have to if i dont want to. Plus those pills wont do shit! They just they do so they can make money!"

"Mika...maybe the pills do work.." I look at him. He glares at me. "Fine, whatever. Im just trying to help you." I let go of his hand and throw the pills in a nearby trashcan and i keep walking. I rub my face sighing in frustration.

Mika needs to listen to people and whats right but if he wont he wont ever get better. I dont know why im trying so hard but i love him and i need him to be happy.

I realized that i didnt feel any presence next to or behind me so i stop and turn around. Mika is standing where i left him and crying with his fists clenched. I quickly go to him.

"M-mika please dont cry im sorry." He looks down. "I was just a little frustrated okay i still love you. Please stop crying." He looks at me again.

"Promise?"

"I promise." I grab his hand gently.

"Okay.." He wiles his tears away and holds on to my hand as tight as he can. Then we start walking as i stare at him.

Hes so fragile now. I dont want to break him. I break him, I lose him.