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Warning: Depression, sadness, crying. Please do not read if it is going to hurt you in anyway!!!!!!!!!!
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"Derek babe, I'm home." You called as you walked into the loft. You had just gotten off of work for the week and ran quickly to the store to grab some food for tonight. You wanted to surprise Derek with dinner. Every since the fall of his pack he's been depressed. He try's to hide it but you can see through the act. You see his face fall when he thinks no one's watching. You see him smile, but it never reaches his eyes anymore. It's as if all the happiness has been sucked out of him and he's slowly fading away, and you feel as if there's nothing you can do to help.
You sigh as you set the groceries on the counter and unload them into the refrigerator. Earlier today you had called Mrs. McCall to see if she knew of anything that could help you help Derek. She suggested to do something that would take his mind off of things. She suggested dinner. You were slightly hesitant because you can't really cook. Like at all. But anything for Derek. She said maybe try Italian to romanticize the evening, but you were thinking more tacos. Nice and easy, very taste full, and something that the two of you don't eat very often.
You grab the meat on the counter (which you had set out this morning after you had called Melissa) and threw it in the pan. While it was cooking you set the table and grabbed the toppings placing them on the counter so it was like a buffet. You chopped up the meat and mixed it and threw some spices and flavoring packets in and before you knew it, it was done. You turned the oven off and covered the meat. Before you went upstairs you grabbed a bottle of wine out of the cabinet and set it out on the table. You know Derek's not really a wine type of guy but he enjoys it once in awhile=.
You headed upstairs to change out of your tight work clothes. As you headed upstairs you could hear the shower running. As you approached your room you slowly opened the door not wanting accidentally see a naked Derek. Well it's not like you haven't seen each other naked before but your very body-conscious. But on the other hand Derek is the complete opposite. He'd let you stare all day everyday if you wanted to but you just get embarrassed and look away.
You shook those thoughts out of your head and made your way inside the room. The door to the bathroom was shut and you hear the water running. You quickly change into leggings and one of Derek shirts. You walk over to the bathroom door, and knock.
"Derek?" You call softly. When you don't get a response you open the door slightly and peak into the room. The curtain to the shower isn't pulled back all the way and though the space you can see him. Your eyes widen and your heart breaks. There he is standing there head in hands, and you can hear the soft sobs escaping his lips. Frozen in spot, you don't know what to do. At any other time you would run and comfort him but he's in the shower, naked, soaking wet. Which really shouldn't matter because he is you boyfriend, and he is in pain, and he is crying. You close the door more so only a small crack shows.
