Matt's POV:
I open the door to my room to see Dom sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. I don't hesitate to close the door behind me and make my way to his side. I sit down next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around me.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice shaking. I bite at my lower lip, wishing that I could find it in me to ask him what's wrong, but the words won't come out. "I don't want to lose you." I pull away from him enough to take one of the many pieces of neatly folder paper that I always carry with me out of my pocket along with a pen.
Why would you?
"Because ever since I tried to kill myself, I have had no control over my life," Dom mumbles as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel his tears soaking into my shirt and I set down the pen and paper in favor of holding him close. I put one of my arms around his back to rest on his side and my other on the nape of his neck. He takes this as an invitation to shift closer to me to the point where he is almost in my lap.
"What I think doesn't matter anymore," he whispers after a few minutes of silence. "Apparently I'm not well enough to decide what's best for me." He pauses for a few moments before continuing. "My parents make any health related decisions and they decided that it's time for me to come home." His hold on me tightens to the point where it's almost uncomfortable. "But I can't leave you. I can't do it." I pry myself out of his arms to respond.
Dominic, you need to talk to someone about this. Someone who can you know, talk back?
"You're right," he admits, looking into my eyes. "Maybe they can help."
It's helped me even though I just sit there most of the time
"I can go talk to Dr. Wells in the morning," he sighs, finally letting go of me and simply resting his head on my shoulder. "For now I just want to go to sleep."
I nod in response and Dom shifts further into his bed. He lies down so close to the edge of the twin bed that his back is brushing against the wall. Our eyes meet and he smiles softly as he nods to the empty space next to him. I smile back and crawl in bed next to him. He rests his forehead against mine and places a hand on the small of my back.
"Thank you," he whispers and in response, I bring my lips to meet his. The kiss we share is hesitant yet sweet, much like our first. Our lips simply linger against each others for a moment before Dom tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He softly snares my lower lip between his and he shyly uses his tongue as well. I break away and look into his eyes. We smile at each other and I pull myself closer to him. I bury my face in his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt grazing my skin.
"I love you," Dom whispers, his voice taking on a velvet-like quality as he grows tired.
"I l... lo... love you... t... too..."
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Map of Your Head
Hayran Kurgu"Selective mutism is a complex anxiety disorder characterized by a person's inability to speak and communicate effectively in select social settings. These people are sometimes able to speak and communicate in settings where they are comfortable, se...
