You had called your boyfriend crying, begging for him to come over, which he immediately did.

You say on your bed, him sitting across from you, sobbing into your hands as you ranted to him.

“You don't feel like yourself..” He said softly, his hand moving to your cheek, lifting your head slightly and wiping your tears away. “Because your trying to be someone else.” He said, pulling you closer, his hand in your hair as your head pressed against his chest, his other arm wrapped around you.