“Open Up The Door, Can You Open Up The Door? I Know I Said Before, You Cant Cope With Anymore..” || - Billie Eilish

“Please open the door.” Walker pleaded.

You unfortunately had a bpd. Bipolar disorder. And yes, it caused you times like this. But walker loved you. And was willing to help.

You had randomly started having espisode.

You were sitting on your bedroom door, crying in the corner. You had brought your knees up to your chest and you had your arms wrapped around them.

Your head rested in your knees as you sobbed, while also listening to walkers begs.

Walker had took a deep breath.

“you know i love you. And you should let me in love, i will try my best and give it my everything to help you. I love you so so much. So please, open the door..”