Feel You Now (Oneshots)

With Love (K)

(angst) Dedicated to   astronat_ 

Pain.

How do you remedy a wound that can't be seen?

He sits there doing mental acrobatics and feeling utterly helpless as Emma sobs in his arms. Her nails digging into his skin and fingers clenching his bicep as another wave of despair hits her. Holding onto him as if he were her only hope. Her last breathe of air in the deep ocean as she desperately tries to break the surface, but she keeps getting shoved down by her own self hatred.

She's shaking and practically gasping for air every other sob.

Ethan pulls her on top of him. Lining up their bodies so that she can feel his heart beating. Subconsciously she starts to mimic his breathing. Her own chest rising every time his chest expands and collapses. His warm palm rubbing her back as he slowly brings her back down to earth. He has no clue what he's doing to her. Ethan's mind is elsewhere as he repeats the day over and over again. Trying to catch the moment where it all went wrong.

He thought she looked beautiful. The outfit  she wore to the Louis Vuitton exhibit was elegant and the makeup complimented her gorgeous eyes. They were all having a good time, but as soon as they got home she was spiraling out of control. It began as a tear, but then a whimper followed. Next thing you know, Emma was having a full blown mental break down. Her eyes were like faucets.

Looking down he noticed that she was finally calm. She sniffled every other minute, but it was better than before.

"Tell me what I can do to help you." He begged. Tears leaking from his own eyes at how useless he felt.

"Nothing." Her hoarse voice whispered.

"I don't know what to do. Please tell me what to do to make it all feel better. I hate seeing you like this." Ethan said.

She ignored his question and simply said, "I'm tired."

Staring into her eyes he could see it. There wasn't an ounce of energy left. She was mentally and emotionally exhausted. Emma's eyes were red and puffy, and had deep under eye bags that were extra bad today.

"We should get ready for bed then." Ethan suggested.

She shook her head and clung on to him tighter. Physically telling him how horrible his idea was.

Before he knew it she was naked. Her hands slipped under his shirt and pushed it upward. Getting the hint he took his shirt off.

Ethan couldn't take away the toxic thoughts flowing through her head or solve any of her problems, but he could do this for her. He can't explain the science behind skin to skin contact, but he can explain the vulnerability of it. The first time it took Ethan by surprise, but he then learned that Emma had the habit of stripping down and getting in the fetal position to comfort herself. It was as if she was shedding off the person people hated. Without clothes she's just an average human. Not a teen girl who's sponsored by Calvin Klein and dressed from head to toe in Louis Vuitton. She was naked like the day she was born... she was in a way, nothing special. Emma found comfort in peeling away societies claim on her.

"Hold me." She whispered. 

"Oh, baby." Ethan softly said as he recovered her body with his own.

Another batch of sobs began and Ethan held her, telling her tomorrow would be better.

He laid there and watched her fall asleep. Whispering calming words whenever she would jerk or jolt in his arms. She would instantly relax back into his arms at the sound of his voice. Every time she was slipping away from herself he was there to bring her back.

Maybe he couldn't fix all her problems like he wanted to, but when she was ready to fall...he'd be there. Holding her up with all his love. He'd be her safety net that she could count on, and for now that was enough.

AN: The no clothes was actually inspired by her video( The L.a one with the sister squad.) It was an interesting concept that I wanted to dabble with.