‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖘𝘆𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘆.

I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how could 𝒚𝒐𝒖 love someone like 𝒎𝒆 ?

i'm afraid when something is truly lost, one can never get it back again.

her words and the way she spoke made him feel better, he didn't trust easily but she trusted her quick. "i mean it, for coming over.. being there.." he spoke softly

his blue eyes felt heavy from all the crying he did, he tired himself out. "thank you, syd," he spoke softly as he looked to her, giving her hand a slight squeeze as a thank you. "i hope so too," he admitted, a small sigh leaving his lips.

he usually found comfort in the silence, but he found out even that could betray him and turn against him. "everyone back home said i'd be better off somewhere else, that no one there needed me. being needed here feels so foreign, something i don't fully understand i guess.."-

"i hate feeling like this..." he admitted, his eyes going from her to his hands where he twisted the ring on his finger. "i'd like to be happy for more than a few hours, if anything..." he mentioned. "finally get decorations up just to have a complete breakdown over me-

"thought i'd be okay with myself in this place but i guess not," he whispered out, his hand running to push his hair back when she let go. he went to walk back to the couch, "i didtract myself from my brain and try to run from my thoughts, think it caught up to me," he admitted.

he wasn't use to people asking if he was okay, it was rare when it did happen. yet, he was grateful for it. he flinched slightly when she went to wrap her arms around him, before he relaxed. his arms went around her as he sniffled again, "thank you for showing up.."

“hey,” he spoke out, moving to let her in. “not really,” he whispered out, sniffling.

he got up from the couch, his eyes bloodshot from his own tears. he got to the door, opening it for her to come in.

thank you..