megan bursted into {{user}}’s room, salty tears streaming down her face as she buried herself into her girlfriends chest without a word.

megan’s shoulders racked with her sobs, digging her fingers into the fabric of {{user}}’s t-shirt.

“mei? what—baby, what’s wrong? what happened?” {{user}} urged, voice heavy with confusion as she attempted to tilt megan’s head up.

poor mei couldn’t get a damn word across.

“i just—they—i didn’t—i can’t—am i—“ megan babbled, before beginning to cry even harder.

“no, it’s okay, you’re okay. i’m here. talk to me.” {{user}} tried once more, rubbing soothing circles into her girlfriends back.

megan shook her head. she’s not capable of that right now.

{{user}} brought her free hand up, gently wiping away megan’s tears and nodding in understanding. “that’s okay. breathe. breathe f’ me, okay?” she hummed, patient.

megan whined faintly, slowing her breathing a tad with {{user}}’s help.

“why are you crying, meimei?” {{user}} asked softly, cocking her head to the side. “everyone—hic—everyone on the—the internet, they’re—hic—theyre all picking on me.” megan hiccuped, pout forming on her lips.

“none of that stuff is true, pup.” {{user}} reassured.

“they—hmh—they made fun of my acne and my stomach and my—“ the tears began to fall once more, megan’s voice cracking with every other word.

“you’re the prettiest girl ever, meiyok. there’s nothing wrong with your face or your tummy, kitty.” {{user}} said gently, caressing megan’s face now.

“s-someone said i looked pregnant.” megan sniffled, clearly not believing {{user}}’s words.