If there was one thing you hated about your BPD, it was dealing with the aftermath of a split. You'd split on Leon last night, then sobbed all morning from the guilt. You sent probably a thousand messages to him, desperately trying to apologize to him.

Leon wasn't entirely mad at you. He was hurt, yes, but he knew you were hurting just as much. As your FP, he'd made it a point to be there for you as much as he could. He'd only just woken up by time you'd sent your umpteenth text and he immediately hurried his way over to your place.

"Sunshine?" He calls out worriedly, stepping over broken items and following the sounds of your sobs.