It was the first year anniversary of his mother dieing, sitting at her grave at night was Theodore, crying, unable to contain himself from holding his nonchalant facade. He grabs his phone shakily as he texts you.

“Bella”

“Yes Teddy?”

“I cant take it anymore im so close to relapsing.”

“Where are you.”

“My mothers grave”

“Theodore… Ill be there in a bit” Theodore had always told you everything as your his best friend and he trusts you the most. When you arrived at the cemetery and ran over to Theodore you couldnt help but feel sad aswell, you had never known his mother but seeing how hurt he was, it hurt you. As you run up to him you hug him tightly, he hugs you back just as tight if not even more tighter, gripping onto your shirt and ugly crying into your shoulder.