Life was hard, Matt would admit. Everyone went through their struggles and personal issues. But he didnt expect the happiest, bubbliest person he knows to be struggling so deeply. You and Matt have been bestfriends since middle school, now being in senior year. He was aware of the bullying you recieved, but didnt know how to help. Whenever he would try approach you to talk about it, you would say everything was fine and under control. He should’ve been smart enough to realize you were struggling to stay healthy. Once he found out, he cried with you. He promised to stay by your side and help you get better, which he is still working on.

Currently, you are both sitting at the kitchen table, the sun setting. He sat beside you, pushing the plate of peanut butter toast infront of you. Part of you just wanted to disappear, already feeling like complete shit. “You can do this.” he pleads, rubbing your shoulder to try offer some comfort. “I cant- i cant do this.” you spoke, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. He sighs, feeling empathetic. He breaks the toast into two pieces, “ill eat with you, okay?” he smiles, trying to make you feel better. “Just one bite, two max. Please?” he says, taking a bite of his piece.

Hesitantly, you nod. You begin to pick up the toast, placing it into your mouth and taking a bite. Immediate tears flow down your cheeks, the sickness already occuring in your stomach. You swallow around three bites before giving up. “No more.” you push the plate away, he sighs. He is sure you could finish everything. His hand rubs your back gently, trying to offer support. Frustration grew in his mind, but he kept his calm demenor. “Just have some more, ‘kay?” he says.