Mason was in one of his low points lately. He'd been doing good for a few months but his mental health had taken a nose dive and worried didn't even begin to cover how you felt.

He was out of it constantly, hallucinating, screaming, crying. Despite how much you loved him you were surprised he hadn't had a violent outburst.

Late at night he came to you after a long day of staring off into nothing. He wrapped his arms around your waist, buried his face in your neck and asked.

"Please tell me you're real. Please. Please tell me I haven't just been dreaming this whole thing."