More than Life Itself (an Ed Sheeran Imagine)

Distant

Warning: If depression or loneliness triggeres you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, do NOT read this chapter. You have been warned.

Ed had taken off two weeks off touring to be with Liza. She rarely came downstairs and when she did, she didn't speak. She spent most of her days in the bathroom, silent. Ed had no idea she had been like this for almost two months. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. So he did nothing. He thought nothing of it. It was the day before he would leave for tour again, and he couldn't take it. He walked up the stairs and into their bedroom. Even though it wasn't, it felt empty. Too quiet. Liza was lying in bed looking out at nothing. Ed approached her bedside and sat.
"Somethings changed in you." He whispered quietly.
Liza slowly changed her position so that she could see his pleading eyes.
"You're distant." He said. "Cold." His voice broke.
He had been trying to hide the fact that he knew exactly what was going on. She was slipping in again; sinking deeper.
"I love you." His voice broke again as a tear fell down his cheek.
"I would never let anybody, or anything hurt you...." he took a deep breath, "I've never felt that way about anyone."
Liza turned her body to him and sat up.
"I care about your feelings more than mine." He pleaded.
"What's wrong?" He begged her.
Liza got up out of bed and turned her back to Ed.
"I'm broken." She whispered.
Ed had known it all along. The demons in her head had taken hold of her and wrapped their talons around her throat. If he didn't do something, then soon enough they would choke her. He needed to protect her against the wickedness and snares of the devil that was creeping up inside her. He knew what depression did to her before.
"No............no Liza. No you're-" she cut him off.
"Yes!" She whipped around and faced him, revealing her tears to him.
"Yes I am Ed!" She shouted. "I'm discussing and ugly and fat!" She screamed until her throat couldn't take it anymore.
Ed stood from the bed and grabbed Liza by the shoulders. He was crying now too.
"Elizabeth," he drew in a breath, "it was the first time I saw you and I immediately thought you were perfect. You were the one. I'd never seen anything so perfect." His voice broke as the tears began to endlessly stream down their faces.
He didn't understand why Liza could possibly hate herself.
"And I remember thinking....that I had to have you....or I'd die. When you whisper you love me...I feel so peaceful. But..." he choked. "When you're like this...I just don't understand."
Liza threw herself into his arms and they both sobbed into each other for what seemed like ages.
"You are beautiful, talented, strong, and-and-and....I don't know what to say. You are perfection in its purest form." He said caressing her face.
"You know just what to say Teddy." Liza sobbed. "I'm alright now. I'm better."
Ed pulled her back into him and guided her back to bed. He let her head rest on his bare chest and they both fell asleep.

I just want to let all of you know that you are beautiful and loved. Always be yourself no matter what and never give up.💕