Close your eyes and imagine this;
Mikey pats you on your back, trying to comfort you.
Lately, you've been bullied by several teenagers, letting them give you cuts and bruises on your poor body.
He then gives you a hug, and you instantly break down on his chest. Hearing the pattern of his heart beat, both of your breathing goes into sync.
"It's okay." He said softly. "Don't worry. Everything's okay- just ignore everyone else. Think as if it's just us two in the world. No problems, no worries... just us. Here. Together."
Your tears soon seep through his shirt and reach his warm skin. He hugs you tighter.
"What if... they hurt you-t-too?" You say through hitched breathing and hiccups.
"They won't." Mikey replied, resting his chin on your shoulder. "They'll never take me alive."
