𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠∞𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧✔

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Daniel
"Hey Baby, how are you" I ask Corbyn. "F-fine" he seems distant. "What's wrong?" I ask

"Nothing, why?" He responds quickly and  emotionless. "There's something wrong and you won't tell me what" "I have absolutely no freedom. They watch my every move. They watch me eat, sleep, shower, everything." Corbyn says.

"Baby, I'm so sorry you have to be here" I say empathetically. I know how bad it is if you don't have any visitors. You just stare out the window or walk around between meals and therapy, as that's the only thing you're allowed to do. If you have the privileges of walking around the rehab center, that

"It's fine. It's not your fault I'm in here anyway. It's mine. Everything's my fault" Corbyn says. "Bean, please stop saying everything is your fault. It isn't. Your depression isn't your fault. Baby, please don't say that." I hug Corbyn. He needs it. I can tell.

I feel teardrops on my shirt. I pull away from the hug and down at Corbyn. "Come on baby, let it all out" I say, beginning to cry myself.

Damn, this boy really brings out a side of me nobody else sees. "I love you, Daniel James Seavey" Corbyn says, finally having emotion isn't his voice. "I love you too Corbyn Matthew Besson" I say

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Awwww how cute! Also I won't have much time to prewrite tomorrow because I'm going to my "daughter's" house and probably seeing her for the last time😭😭😭