Lloyd Garmadon x Male Reader |Just My Type|

Chapter 21: Pathetic

I was laying silently on the couch watching mindless television just waiting for Lloyd to come home. I had been doing this for hours but I really had nothing better to do. Occasionally I would pick up my phone and check my notifications even though I knew there would be nothing new for me to look at. The time for Lloyd to arrive home grew nearer and it was starting to drive me crazy. I knew he would come through the door any minute now but the boredom from waiting had really gotten to me.

After a few more minutes, I hear some fiddling with the door handle then the front door swings open and Lloyd enters, tossing his bag on the floor next to him.

"Lloyd! How was your day? I missed you," I cheer as I quickly sit up. My quick movement sent some pain to my side but I just clenched my teeth and tried to ignore it.

"It was... fine," Lloyd's voice shakes as he pulls his hood over his face and avoids eye contact.

Something was wrong.

"Lloyd..." I stand up and reach out to him.

Lloyd just flinches and I hear his breath shake from feet away.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I ask with worry as I try to come a little closer but all he does is back away from me.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he tries his best to seem like he's okay but I see his eyes welling up with tears.

"Lloyd," I sigh, "you're not fine... come sit down. Talk to me," I say as I step back a little bit before sitting on the couch and a pat the spot next to me signaling him to come sit with me.

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm okay, I swear," Lloyd insists as he raises his voice.

"No, please," I beg, "I really wanna know what's going on. Please tell me. I'm worried," I admit.

Lloyd huffs as he comes and sits next to me. He says nothing for a little while. He just pulls his hood down and tries to wipe away his own tears. The faint sounds of his sobs fill the room and the sound is just heart breaking. But I let him cry. He needs to let it all out.

"It's okay... don't be afraid to tell me anything," I say as I scoot a little closer and wrap my arms around him and he does the same. He shoves his face deep into my neck as his tears dampen my shirt and he grips onto the fabric of my clothes as hard as he can as his sobs become a little louder.

Lloyd cries in my arms for what feel like hours but I know only a minute or two has passed. His crying becomes a little less loud as he finally pulls away and wipes him face with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" I finally ask and Lloyd nods as he still wipes away his tears.

After trying to catch his breath, Lloyd begins to speak. "I dunno what's wrong with me," he hiccups between his words, "every day is the same thing over and over again. I don't know what I do wrong," he wines.

"What happened today?" I ask.

"The same thing that happens everyday," he says, "it's just that sometimes it really gets to me," his voice shutters. "I try my best to not let what everyone says hurt my feelings. I don't want to be this weak," Lloyd spat in an insulting manor directed at himself.

"You're not weak. You've gone through this stuff every day and you're still here with me right now, right? You've fought so hard just to be in this moment right now. That's the opposite of weak. It's okay to cry and let it out sometimes. I know it hurts to go through that but you've already made it this far," I comfort him as I place a hand on his shoulder.

"What's the point...?" He mumbles.

"You've got so much ahead of you," I simply state.

"Like what?" He looks up at me with pained eyes.