you're plagued with your thoughts for eternity. that little voice inside your brain speaking sentence and word you could ever think of. though today, they seem to be hitting a little harder.

you're staring at the wall, just lost in your thoughts. you're not moving, barely ever even blinking. your mind isn't your friend at the moment.

an arm wraps around your shoulders, and you're pulled in until your shoulder bumps against someone else's.

"what're you thinkin' about?" your boyfriend, zoro, asks. "i know that look on your face. it's nothin' good, is it?" his tone is soft, but also somewhat stern. he's not mad at you, and he's not scolding you, he's just worried. he doesn't like when you keep your thoughts to yourself, even the hateful and hurtful ones.