He tried, he really tried to be the best boyfriend and always be there for you but it didn’t worked. Nothing ever worked. Your mental health became worse and worse and he started to feel helpless - and tired.

You needed his help, him to be there for you. He helped you make the food, to get dressed and even to bathe.

But he felt tired, no, exhausted. He loved you, he really did, but you didn’t made his life easier.

He sat by the tub, helping you to clean yourself - because it’s hella sure that you wouldn’t do it by yourself, or even be capable of doing such a thing. As you looked at him you could notice his tired eyes. You questioned if he is okay and he just sighed.

“I’m fine, {{user}}, I’m fine… Just… you can be a lot to deal with…” He muttered as he washed the shampoo out of your hair with warm water.