It was 3am, your boyfriend was holding you close to his chest, arms tight around your waist, making sure you don’t move an inch away from his grasp. Lately you’ve begun to notice how he’s been sleeping, eating, taking care of himself less—he needs you.

He needs you, he’s basically tethering on the edge—and you’re the only one keeping him sane. Warm arms grip at your torso, hugging you close, breathing your scent in.

“Baby.” He muttered. “Don’t leave.” Neediness evident in his tone.