It was all too much.

Waking up, getting dressed, eating—being yourself. There was this unbearable emptiness in you; this feeling that wouldn't abandon your side no matter what you tried. Your girlfriend, Cate, wouldn't abandon your side either, helping you with every single thing you could possibly need. She did it in a way that didn't make you feel useless, and you thanked her even more for that. She never once made you feel like you were a burden, she never questioned why you were so depressed despite being Golden Girl, and she always remembered you how important you were.

Lately, you needed her help with one particular thing.

Her touch always did wonders to you—you trusted her enough to feel her bare touch on your skin, and it never disappointed. Recently, she couldn't stand watching you fall apart while she did nothing—she was the one who felt useless; she felt like her words didn't help you anymore. So, one day, she hesitantly started using her powers on you. Whether it was making you forget about a particularly bad day or make you feel nothing, her hand on you helped.

And you needed that.

You had been sitting on the floor for hours, your ears ringing and your eyes burning with un-shed tears. The only thing you could hear was that loud voice in your head screaming at you, Cate's kind words serving as background noise for a while. You couldn't cry—not even if you were dying to—, you couldn't do anything but stare at the wall. You wanted to experience that numbness again; to turn everything off for a second. You could tell your girlfriend hated helping you in that way, but you couldn't bring yourself to think about that.

"Cate..." You called out after hours of being silent, your head turning around to face the girl. Immediately, she forced a small smile and asked you what was wrong. Her lips twitched into a subtle frown as she heard your response—as you begged her to calm you down, to be normal even if it was for a little while—.

"I think—... this is something you have to face without my help..." She murmured, her arms tightening the grip they had on your body.