Low Key My Soulmate: lumark au - discontinued

the one with a 99 and 00 party type thing

Lucas

I was walking to class, minding my own business, when I spotted my boyfriend, sitting under a tree. I frowned a little. He didn't look okay. I checked my watch... I was going to be late, but fuck class. Mark is more important. Jogging over to the tree, I noticed as I got closer, his eyes were teary and he was shaking.

I was really worried now.

Once I arrived next to him, I threw my backpack off and got on my knees next to him,

"Baby, what's wrong?"

He was breathing heavily, his hands were shaking almost violently. He looked up at me and blinked, tears staining his cheeks,

"Mark, talk to me. What's wrong?"

He shook his head and grabbed onto my hands,

"T-Take me h-home please."

I nodded and stood him up. I hugged him for a second before putting my arm around his shoulder,

"Come on. Let's go baby."

I grabbed my backpack and walked him towards my car.

He got in the car along with me and I started the engine, quickly driving toward our house.

Once we got there and in the house, Mark finally calmed down some. I sat him on the couch and kneeled on the ground in front of him, looking up at him. I grabbed his hands gently in mine,

"Honey, what's wrong?"

He laid down, folding himself in half, his head on his knees. He sniffled a little and before a sob racked his body.

He sat like that for a minute before sitting up and wiping his eyes,

"I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean?"

"My brian has been messing with me all week. Ever since my mom gave my that fucking 'present'. I've been practically having nonstop flooding memories of all the bad times in my life and-"

He closed his eyes, looking away from me, using the sleeve of his jacket to wipe from under his eyes,

"and... it's affecting me a lot more than I want to admit. I didn't want to talk about it, I still don't, but I need too."

"Oh baby... did something happen that caused you to have the panic attack at school?"

He nodded and opened his eyes, biting his lower lip, but then spoke,

"In my writing class... this group of guys were joking about... some things that are triggering."

"Like what? If your comfortable with sharing with me."

He nodded,

"They were talking about how men who get beat up by girls are weak."

He laughed awkwardly

"If I think a about it it's kind of dumb that is triggered me. But I did get abused by a woman."

I nodded and brought my hand up to a couple tears that were falling,

"It's okay, baby. It's not dumb."

He nodded and I stood up a little to hug him,

"What can I do to cheer you up for the time being? We can talk more later if you need too."

He nodded but then said,

"I don't know."

"Well.. want to lay on the couch and cuddle?"