you hated the way you had to feel, why did you need to feel as if you needed to push people away, that you had to deal with everything alone, it made you feel so confused, wanting to be taken care of and have company but the minute you did you suddenly felt like people did it out of pity.

you were sitting curled up on the floor of your bathroom crying, your shaking hands trying to wipe away your tears youd got stuck in another rabbit hole of overthinking, and you just wished you had reassurance from somebody, anyone. All the emotions that clouded your head, made you forget that you’d invited your friend over.

that was until you heard a knock at the door. “{{user}}, you okay in there? What are the tears for.. I can hear you cryin’ from out here..” said a familiar Texan accent, one you could recognise in a heartbeat, you saw the door get pushed open, Phillip popping his head around it “hey, hey.. oh honey.” he said as a concerned expression made its way across his face, he stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, tears still streaming down your face.

”im here.. I’m here, I’ve gotcha.. there you go.” the words you needed to hear, the reminder you weren’t alone. He knelt down infront of you, gently taking your hands from your face, and wrapping you into a hug, and you didn’t wanna shove him away for once. Like your mind was maybe accepting help for once, cause it knew you were at your breaking point.