One Shots

College: 2

A/N:

Beware! This one is angsty, and I won't say whether it's in a good way.

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"Hello?" David's tired voice came through the line.

"Come. Please." Emma begged.

"Why? What's wrong?" David sat bolt upright in his bed, suddenly wide awake.

"Rachel. She's been crying." Emma responded through the phone.

"You think I can comfort her better than you can?" David asked, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt.

"She won't let me in. The door is locked."

"I'm getting my keys now, but what makes you think she'll let me in?" David picked up a pair of bluetooth headphones and a blanket as he headed out the door.

"It's her biggest fear." Emma stated simply.

"What is?" David held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he unlocked his car.

"Disappointing people. It's one of the few things she is afraid of. If you came all this way, she'd let you in."

"Okay, I'm on my way." With that, David ended the call.

Five minutes later, he arrived at his best friend's house. He walked in to find Emma, Mo, and Emily sitting on the couch, all looking worried.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked.

"She struggled with depression growing up. She started getting better freshman year of high school, but every now and then she'll have a relapse. Normally we can deal with it, watch a musical, eat ice cream, show her that she is not alone, but she won't let us in this time. She's been like this all weekend, and we're really starting to worry." Mo explained.

"Okay. Emma, go tell her that I'm here, I need to do something." Emma walked to the first door on the right side of the hallway as David pulled out his phone and put the headphones on.

Shortly after David pulled the headphones onto his neck, Emma came back.

"She didn't say anything, but maybe if you try." Emma responded quietly, trying to stay positive.

David wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and walked to Rachel's bedroom door before knocking softly.

"Rachel?" He asked tenderly, leaning against the door. David heard sniffing before he felt the door being unlocked. Rachel opened the door and smiled. David could see the struggle as she did so. The corners of her mouth looked heavy and her red puffy eyes looked strained. The sight pushed the air from his lungs.

David came into the room and closed the door behind him, plunging them into darkness.

"I'm fine, if that's what you're going to ask." Rachel muttered through the darkness.

"I wasn't going to ask. I don't need to know if you don't want to tell me. All that matters is that I'm here. You're not alone." David sat down, leaned against the door, and pulled Rachel down into his lap. A small sob escaped Rachel's barrier.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm sitting." He responded before placing the headphones on Rachel's head. He pulled out his phone and pressed play on the song. Finally, he wrapped his arms around Rachel's shoulders while holding the edges of the blanket so they were sharing it.

He pulled her close so her head was resting on the crook of his neck and leaned his head on hers as she began to cry and shake as the lyrics of the song moved her.

Rachel relied on the protection of the dark as the song You Will Be Found from Dear Evan Hansen played in her ears. It became all encompassing as it went on, it was all she could hear and blocked out her thoughts.