Sympathy but it's from CallMeKevin

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After everything I clinged to his side like an accessory. My personal space was his, in the few times I was away from him, I was already wanting to get back into his arms. Yes, he had to record which made me crawl into my bed. Even hiding underneath the blankets to try to get away from everything, I wasn't ready for the outside world but I was ready enough for him. It was even more odd to know that I couldn't handle anybody else to get as close as I do to Kevin himself.

He waited for me to heal, and in those few days it was a lot more better. The wounds begin to come together, as the word as devastating when they were first formed. The lines on my wrist were cared for a lot. I'm sadly regretting even doing that in the first place. It was just a moment in time that I lost my will to live because I let it come over me.

Now, if Kevin ever went to the store, I would be with him no matter what.

If Kevin wanted to sit close to me? I'll be testing my head on him.

My heart is begins flutter around him a lot more often, and it felt strange because I knew I didn't want to be rushing this. He was only doing this so I could start getting better around other people, but I think it just backfired because now I don't even want to acknowledge other people in the world.

Just him.

I futons my side, as I was back in bed waiting for them to come out of the recording room and set his hand on my shoulder to let me know that I was ready to hang out with him. All he had to do was record, make a couple jokes over a duration of an hour or two; then hand it over to his editor.

Now it was taking twice as long as usual. I wanted him back here with me watching TV, or petting my head slightly so I can fall asleep on his lap... I know I was getting too overly attached with him, but for the life of me I can't let him touch my waist without me crying out a little bit and asking softly him to get away from me even if it's just his elbow. He was only allowed to touch my hair and not even brush it or grab it.

When he grabbed it or not his fingers entangled into the strands, I would yelp a little bit because it reminded me of the guy pulling on my hair.

Kevin's been well over his usual time, and now I... missed him.

"Hey you awake?" A voice soft spoken to me as I looked to see the one I was missing. He was walking over and smiling but with this dead look in his eyes of lack of sleep. "Cause I'm not."

My butt scoot over and I knew he'll join me as he laid down in the bed, on his back. Hesitations ensued, but I crawled into his chest. His heart beating, made me realize. I love him.