TRIGGER WARNING DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO ANY FORM OF SELF HARM
**Tuesday**
You just got home from brunch with your best friend Y/BF/N. She/He went home after chatting for a little while in the entryway of you and Andy's house.
You sat down on the couch a little worn out. You stared at the mind-sucking app called instagram for about twenty one minutes(I'm not sorry, I do that a lot). You noticed a few sobs coming from upstairs.
You walked over to the stairs and just stood there for a minute listening to the sobs to make sure they sounded like Andy's because who wants to find out they're hearing sobs that aren't there??
To your concern, they do. You made your way(DoWnToWnWaLkInGfAsT sorry) upstairs to y'all's room. You opened the door slowly and saw Andy crying. (Look at the heading picture for a better brain image)
You walked over to him and knelt down on the floor in front him. "Andy? Hey, what's wrong?" You asked looking into his beautiful yet sad eyes, your voice filled with concern.
"I don't know, I'm just not happy with where I am mentally, I guess. That sounds dumb. I'm fine, baby, just worry about yourself, okay?" "Andy, I can't worry about anyone but you when I see you like this. And what do you mean by 'where you are mentally'? Are you depressed?" You felt a few tears coming up. "I'm not really depressed, I'm just... kinda confused ya know?" "Yeah, I understand."
You got up off the floor, sitting on the bed and hugged him. He leaned on your shoulder and let loose all of his emotions. You rub one hand up and down his back, and run the other through his hair. His sobs began to slow down, and gave you a bear hug.
"I don't know how, but(theyfoundmehhhhhhh) but just your touch calms me down." He said looking at you, wiping tears off his face.
You take his hands from his face and hold them in between you two, looking at his wrists. You look at the old scars on his right, then his left wrist from when he was self-harming in high school.
|| Andy's thoughts ||
'She's like magic. She makes me feel better about my entire life with just a hug. I want to marry her. I want to officially make her mine.
I'm going to buy her a big, beautiful ring, and I'm going to propose to her on Thursday.'
