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𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄
"𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡"
"𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦? 𝑖𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡.....𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑"
"ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓"
"𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑? 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔?"
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I'm so alone.
Half my friends live in the other side of the country and the friends I have in LA don't really like me. They're fake and very toxic. They never ask me to hang out with them and when they do ask, I'm never really included.
My parents want nothing to do with me. They basically disowned me when I moved out to LA to be with my boyfriend.
My boyfriend, Corbyn, isn't really home much because he's always working hard at the studio. When he does come home, he always tries to cuddle me at night, but I push him off, which I really shouldn't do.
I'm just in a really lonely position and I don't even know what to do with myself.
Corbyn got home from work about then minutes ago and now he's in the shower.
While he is showering, I was laying in bed, contemplating life.
I heard the shower turn off, so I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and hurried downstairs to busy myself with something.
I decided to make an iced coffee, so I grabbed a mason jar from out cupboard and began making coffee.
I heard Corbyn singing from upstairs and I listened, wanting to feel as happy as he always does.
Anger and an insane amount of sadness just started building up as I listened to Corbyn's voice. I just want someone to love me and acknowledge my existence.
Suddenly, without even thinking, I grabbed the glass from the counter and threw it at the wall, causing it to shatter and fall to the floor.
As soon as it hit the floor, I burst into tears as it registered in my mind what I just did.
I was quick to start picking up the shattered pieces, praying the Corbyn didn't hear it.
As I was gathering the pieces, the glass cut my hand pretty badly, causing it to start bleeding pretty bad.
My cries picked up and I was left with one choice, one that I really didn't like.
I needed Corbyn.
"Corbyn!" I cried out for him, just wanting the pain, the mental pain and the pain in my hand to stop.
"I'm coming, baby!" he replied, his voice laced with concern.
He came running down the stairs and his eyes filled with panic as he saw me, and the shattered glass, on the floor.
"Baby, what happened?" he asked, rushing to my side.
I didn't respond, only let out a heart wrenching sob.
"Blood? Are you bleeding?" he asked, seeing the blood on the floor.
I nodded and turned my hand over, causing him to gasp.
"Holy shit, what happened? Baby, did you fall?" he continued asking.
I just kept crying and tried to pick up more glass.
"No no no, stop. Hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself," he said, prying my hand off the glass.
Corbyn scooped me up in his arms and set me on the counter. He washed my hand and bandaged it up, making sure all the blood was gone.
Then he carried me to our bedroom, tucking me into bed and handing me his hoodie to cuddle with.
"I'll be back, but don't go to sleep yet. Wait up for me, yeah?"
I nodded in response, knowing there was no way I was going to sleep anyways.
He smiled slightly and placed a kiss on my forehead. 
I waited for a while and I could hear Corbyn cleaning up the glass and blood on the floor.
After a few minutes, he returned and set a cup of green tea on the bedside table for me.
He sat down in front of where I was laying and moved my hair out of my face, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek.
"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the newly formed tears.
"I don't know what's wrong, okay? I'm just.....really tired," I lied, grasping his hand in mine.
"Don't lie to me. You just shattered a glass and then sobbed like someone just stabbed you in the throat, you're not just tired. I know when you're tired. When you're tired, you get grumpy and you cling to me. I know you're not just tried, so tell me the truth. What's actually wrong?" he pressed.
I didn't answer immediately, I didn't know what to say.
I eventually looked up at him and let my tears fall, causing his face to soften and his free hand to caress my cheek.
"Baby....." he trailed off, looking a little heartbroken himself.
"I just feel like everyone forgot I exist," I whispered, causing to me go into a huge fit of tears.
Corbyn picked me up and set me in his lap, holding me close to his chest.
"What do you mean? You've got me, the boys, your friends. We all love and care about you," he said.
"No, Corbyn, my friends aren't real friends. They're mean! My own parents hate me, my friends are mean to me, I rarely see the boys, and I keep pushing you away and I don't know why and I'm so sorry, Corbyn!" I cried out, balling his shirt up in my fists.
"Shh, hey, no, don't apologize. I'm sorry about your friends and your parents. And i know we're always at work, but I promise that you can make more friends and I will always love you always care for you. No matter what," he assured.
I cried on his shoulder for a while until I calmed down.
I then looked up and kissed him passionately.
"I'm sorry I push you off when you try to cuddle me at night," I whispered into his neck.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Just as long as you let me cuddle with you right now?" he asked.
I nodded and we laid down, my head buried in his chest as our arms wrapped tightly around each other.
"Goodnight, my angel. I love you more than anything," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied, slowly drifting off to sleep.
We fell asleep, cuddled up, forgetting about the green tea he made me.

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