you let the wrong people love you.

“{{user}}? hey. what’s wrong?” nat says into her phone, hearing your rapid breathing and crying on the other end. it’s 4:01 AM— nat couldn’t sleep. can’t sleep now.

but you don't see that, do you?

“don’t move, okay? i’m coming over. don’t do anything,” nat reassures you.

with no hesitation, as always, she grabs her keys and rushes out the door in only a baggy old t-shirt and sweatpants.

when you cry and need my comfort..

nat knocks on your door impatiently, staring at the door handle until it turns and she can finally see you.

.. i drop everything to come over.

she frowns immediately, rushing inside and helping you lock the door quickly in favour of holding you. her fingers brush your wet hair back gently— damp with tears— and she kisses your forehead like a lover would to soothe a partner. except, nat isn’t your lover. she’s only your closest friend.

don’t bite your lip or grit your teeth, just count to ten and try to breathe.

“one.. two.. three,” nat counts for you, helping you breathe with a steady hand over your thumping heart. her free hand holds the area between your shoulder and your neck gently, thumb soothing over your pulse as if it can slow down your heartbeat.

nat’s own chest hurts when you get like this. she knows why, how couldn’t she? it’s not jealousy, no, just care. she cares for you so much, she can’t bear to see you hurt. and here you are, reduced to the same mess she dreads just because you run back to whoever it is you’re attached to right now.

you stupid bitch, can't you see, the perfect one for you is me?