Habit's wearing clean clothes when I walk in our bedroom. He has on his torn gray and purple hoodie and his typical black tee shirt. His jeans are torn a little and frayed in places, and he looks rugged. His eyes are closed when I approach the bed. I'm glad that he doesn't appear to have any injuries.
"You okay?" I ask, sitting down on the bed.
"No."
"Why not?"
"You know why not."
"Habit, I'm fine," I say gently.
He sits up and glares at me. "You almost weren't. And it's because of me."
"Habit - "
"Y/n, I can't lose you again. I think it's time you went back home. Time you ... time you left us."
"Habit, I may not act like it, but I'm a grown-up. I choose to be here. And it's my choice, no one else's."
He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "I swear this is fuckin' maddening to me."
I wrap my arms around his neck and sit on his lap. Staring into his green eyes, I can't help but be taken aback by how attractive he is.
Slowly, like I'm made of porcelain, he puts his hands on my waist, holding me closer. He buries his face against me. I rest my head on top of his.
"I'm always going to be with you. I love you, all of you."
He looks up at me after minutes of silence.
"Why?" he breathes.
"Because. It's what I do."
He picks me up and we flop on the bed, and soon, we're making out.
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A/N: Yeah, so, I basically have no idea where to go from here. I'd really love and appreciate it if some of you could send some suggestions my way. Thanks.
I am having an AWFUL day.
It's to the point where everything seems dark because of my depression. And I just lack motivation to do anything. It was a chore to write this chapter. That's how bad it is, guys. I really hope tomorrow is better but I doubt it. I have fucking physical therapy tomorrow that I'm just not up for.
So yeah, I'm back to square one with my depression tonight.
Love you guys.
Xoxoxoxo ....
