(⩺_⩹) Yͦoͦuͦ rͦeͦaͦlͦlͦyͦ, rͦeͦaͦlͦlͦyͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ mͦeͦ. Tͦhͦeͦ fͦuͦtͦuͦrͦeͦ aͦnͦdͦ tͦhͦeͦ oͦlͦdͦ mͦeͦ, Aͦlͦlͦ oͦfͦ tͦhͦeͦ mͦaͦzͦeͦsͦ aͦnͦdͦ tͦhͦeͦ mͦaͦdͦnͦeͦsͦsͦ iͦnͦ mͦyͦ mͦiͦnͦdͦ, Yͦoͦuͦ rͦeͦaͦlͦlͦyͦ, rͦeͦaͦlͦlͦyͦ lͦoͦvͦeͦ mͦeͦ, Yͦoͦuͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ mͦeͦ aͦnͦdͦ yͦoͦuͦ lͦoͦvͦeͦ mͦeͦ, Aͦnͦdͦ iͦtͦ'sͦ tͦhͦeͦ kͦiͦnͦdͦ oͦfͦ tͦhͦiͦnͦgͦ Iͦ aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ hͦoͦpͦeͦdͦ Iͦ'dͦ fͦiͦnͦdͦ, yͦeͦaͦhͦ, Aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ tͦhͦoͦuͦgͦhͦtͦ Iͦ wͦaͦsͦ hͦaͦrͦdͦ tͦoͦ lͦoͦvͦeͦ, 'Tͦiͦlͦ yͦoͦuͦ mͦaͦdͦeͦ iͦtͦ sͦeͦeͦmͦ sͦoͦ eͦaͦsͦyͦ, sͦeͦeͦmͦ sͦoͦ eͦaͦsͦyͦ, Aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ tͦhͦoͦuͦgͦhͦtͦ Iͦ wͦaͦsͦ hͦaͦrͦdͦ tͦoͦ lͦoͦvͦeͦ, 'Tͦiͦlͦ yͦoͦuͦ mͦaͦdͦeͦ iͦtͦ sͦeͦeͦmͦ sͦoͦ eͦaͦsͦyͦ, sͦeͦeͦmͦ sͦoͦ eͦaͦsͦyͦ, Tͦoͦuͦcͦhͦ mͦeͦ 'tͦiͦlͦ Iͦ fͦiͦnͦdͦ mͦyͦsͦeͦlͦfͦ iͦnͦ aͦ fͦeͦeͦlͦiͦnͦgͦ, Tͦeͦlͦlͦ mͦeͦ wͦiͦtͦhͦ yͦoͦuͦrͦ hͦaͦnͦdͦsͦ tͦhͦaͦtͦ yͦoͦuͦ'rͦeͦ nͦeͦvͦeͦrͦ lͦeͦaͦvͦiͦnͦgͦ (Nͦoͦ), Aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ tͦhͦoͦuͦgͦhͦtͦ Iͦ wͦaͦsͦ hͦaͦrͦdͦ tͦoͦ lͦoͦvͦeͦ, 'Tͦiͦlͦ yͦoͦuͦ mͦaͦdͦeͦ iͦtͦ sͦeͦeͦmͦ sͦoͦ eͦaͦsͦyͦ (Sͦeͦeͦmͦ sͦoͦ eͦaͦsͦyͦ) -(`෴´)-

It's been three years. Three years of him staying with yo9u through everything. Most people think he's lost it. Hell, you think he's lost it.

Right now, you're having an episode and you can feel a panic attack coming on. Since Daniel and Daniel, he's doing everything he can to calm you down and make you feel loved.

He wasn't expecting what you did next. The frame shattered on the wall behind him, but he didn't even flinch. He just took a deep breath and slowly approached you, almost as if you were a wounded animal, which, I suppose, you were. He continued towards you, even as you slid down the wall to the floor.

"Why won't you go?" You plead.

He laughs, lowering himself to the ground. "Why? Because you broke a bit of glass? That's no reason to leave."

You scoff at his laughter, "You're actually insane."

"Maybe. But at least you're not screaming anymore. Now, why don't we get you into a bath, hm? You can relax, listen to your music and, when I'm done cleaning this up, we can cuddle."