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Royale_Rebel_747
*Trigger warning self harm and suicide*
You had been busy lately with work and kept getting called in repeatedly because of issues. You could tell that your boyfriend, Andy, was upset by this but knew he was trying to support you. When you were home, you noticed that Andy seemed different lately. He wasn't his usual happy self and you were beginning to worry. He zoned out a lot and when you tried to talk to him about it, but he always brushed it off and avoided your questions.
You were finally off work for the day and headed home, hoping you wouldn't get called in again tonight. When you got home, you walked into the kitchen to start making dinner for you and Andy. You decided to make Andy's favorite food to try and cheer him up. When it was ready, you walked upstairs to get him.
You walked into your shared room and saw him sitting on the bed, zoned out. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek. The moment you touched him, his daze was broken and he jumped at the contact. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
"Andy? Are you okay?" You asked.
"Yeah (Y/N) I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He said.
You didn't believe it. He was upset and you saw right through his disguise. You were going to figure out what he was hiding and help him through it.
"Is there something you needed?" He asked.
"I came to tell you dinner was ready." You said.
He nodded and silently, he stood up and began walking downstairs, you following. He sat down and you put his plate in front of him, sitting down with yours. You brought your fork up to your mouth to take a bite when your phone rang. You sighed and rolled your eyes, putting your fork down, hesitantly answering your phone.
"Hello? Yes. Are you sure? Now? Okay. Yes I'll be there in 20 minutes. Yes. Thank you." You said to the woman on the other end.
You hung up and gave Andy an apologetic look before standing up and collecting the things you needed. You walked up behind Andy and hugged him, giving him a kiss on his forehead.
"I have to go into work...again."
"Okay." Andy said.
"I'm so sorry babe. I promise I'll make it up to you." You said as you walked out the door.
On your way to work, you noticed that you had forgotten a project that you would need tonight and turned around to go back to the house. When you walked inside, Andy wasn't at the table. His food however, sat untouched. You walked upstairs to your office, looking for Andy along the way, getting worried when you didn't see him.
You noticed a light coming from under the bathroom door and knocked, worriedly.
"Andy? Babe are you okay?" You asked.
There was no answer. You tried to open the door, but it was locked. You knocked again, yelling for Andy to open the door. Once again, there was no answer. You were freaking out. What was going on? You ran downstairs to find your spare key and quickly went back up, fidgeting to unlock the bathroom door.
Your heart broke in half when the door opened, revealing what was taking place behind it. Andy was sitting on the floor, blade in hand, blood running down his arms. You stood there in shock, not knowing how to react. Andy had tears running down his face as he looked at you standing in the doorway. He tried to stand up and pull the door shut, but you pushed him back down and he pulled away from you.
You quickly grabbed a towel and knelt down next to Andy, trying not to cry yourself. You wrapped his arms, taking the blade out of his hand and flushing it down the toilet. You took Andy's hands in yours and tried to look him in the eyes.
"Andy...why?" You whispered.
"I-I can't do this any-anymore (Y/N). I can't. I don't want to. I'm done. I-I..." He choked out, breaking down into sobs.
"Oh Andy..."
You pulled him into a hug, being careful not to hurt his arms, as he cried into your shoulder. You rubbed his back and held him for about an hour before he began to calm down.
"Andy. I want you to know that I'm here for you and I love you so so much. Please don't hurt yourself anymore. You can't just give up." You whispered and kissed him on the head. "Promise me you'll try."
"Okay." Was all he said in return.
"How about we go watch Batman?" You asked, knowing that would cheer him up a bit.
"I thought you had to go to work."
"Fuck work. You are so much more important." You said.
You stood up, helping Andy up as well. You grabbed some bandages and led him downstairs, putting on the movie and sitting on the couch. You cleaned and bandaged his cuts and he layed down, still sniffling, with his head on your lap. You played with his hair as he watched the movie. By the time it was over, Andy was fast asleep.
"Goodnight Andy, my love." You whispered.
You couldn't be bothered to move and wake him up, so you just grabbed a blanket and placed it over the two of you before falling asleep yourself.
