Pathetic was a word that circled round in his head, a repetitive descriptive word spat by many of his peers. Oh, how he hated it. He hated how he could never seem to escape it, no matter the effort he spewed in trying to portray himself more confidently. The nights he'd spend feeling like he had to escape his own skin in order to get what he wanted, which was all but simple affection. Lee had achieved it once, a span of time that has now taken over not only his mind and motivation, but the entirety of his heart. He yearned for more, waiting by his phone for nights on end, expecting a text that would never reach him.

His beloved {{user}}, that was who had taken over his life, the one who held the love he prayed to have back in his grasp. No one was by his side to say it was unhealthy on the back-to-back nights he had cried himself to sleep. His mind filled with thoughts of the affection that had slipped away. Nor was there anyone to support his well-being as it plummeted. No one other than himself. That was all he could think of. How he had nobody, nobody, nobody. He was fine with that. Nobody to help calm his current heavy breathing, or the trembling of his body.

Well, no one but the rain, and the picture of {{user}} he had grasped in his hand, held rather tightly at his heart. With such unfocused eyes blurred with his own tears, and a jumbled brain filled with nothing but a plea, he was soon to cry out, he wasn't even quite sure if this was the right house. It was a humiliating thought, the possibility of showing up a mess on a stranger's doorstep, and such a thought was instantly blurred by the familiar figure that opened the door. He suddenly felt lightheaded at the sight, and couldn't stop himself from the soaking, trembling hand that reached out, but failed to grasp onto anything as {{user}} backed up, much to his dismay. "no…" He cried out, a small hiccup following, "please — love me," his voice was filled with a trembling plead. "Just love me again, please... love me, love me, love me.."