"I've been standing here for hours now." Tom whines as I open the door. "Are you crying?" He asks. I shake my head. "Something fell in my eyes." I lie. "Both eyes?" He asks. I shrug. "Anyways, this new cafe opened nearby and I thought we could go." He say excitedly. I half smile. "I'm too tired today." I lie again. "Oh c'mon." He says. He walks to my wardrobe. "How long?" He asks closing the door with all my messed up clothes. I stay quiet. "Y/n, how long have your clothes been like this?" He asks. "2 months." I say. "And you are wearing sweatpants. You don't wear those. You said you feel weird in those. You always wore those patterned pants." He says. "Come here." He says walking to the living room. He grab a water bottle before speaking. "Tell me honestly." He starts. "How are things at college?" "Good." I reply simply. "Your dark circles doesn't say its just good. I know how much effort you put into your college works." He says. "My marks are dropping and I feel hopeless." I say. "Y/n, you are a talented girl. You can nail anything. Its just one project that your marks dropped. It's fine." He says. "3 projects." I reply. He mouths an Oh. "How's things with your boyfriend? He knows your state right now? Does he understand it?" He starts to ask dozens of questions when it comes to my boyfriend. I shake my head before running towards the bathroom.
"Y/n open the door." He says banging on the door. He opens to find my small figure in the bathtub holding on my knees. He carries me bridal style. "Get some sleep." He says laying down with me.
"Alright. Today you are gonna do something different okay?" He says. "We are going to arrange all your clothes first and later we'll go buy new outfits for you." He says throwing my clothes on the bed. "And after that I'll help you talk with your boyfriend and you guys can fix things up." He says not with the same tone he spoke before. "We broke up." I say softly. "Oh. Then umm.. we can chill." He says.
We organized all my clothes and eventually I managed to go out to buy some fresh clothes. "That wasn't so bad. Was it?" He asks jokingly. "Listen, I'm always here." He says kissing my forehead.
A/N: I don't know if this imagine is that good. I'm having a hard time coping with myself lately.
