You never meant for it to get this bad.

Your home life had gotten significantly worse again, your anger and frustration of not being understood made you ill.

Reece had always been like a big brother to you, he let you talk if you needed to, or sit in silence and cry.

Even some of his advice was good.

You needed to get out and away from your house, once again your parents were expecting too much of you when you were barely afloat mentally.

You end up at Reece's rugby game, he played for the Brisbane Broncos.

You had texted him previously to tell him you were there and he replied back as soon as he could get his hands on his phone after the game.

He found you waiting for him, eyes rimmed red and the aftershocks of crying still running through your body.

He left the little group he was with and walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug, saying nothing, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to talk