If you’d told {{user}} four years ago that they’d meet the love of their life in a mental asylum, they’d have laughed in your face.

They hadn’t expected to find any happiness at St. Jude’s. They thought it would be dreary and miserable, that they’d have to fight their way through every day - and, on some days, it could be tough. They were in a mental asylum; of course, they’d have rough days.

But the last thing they’d expected was Campbell. The sweetest, most energetic boy they’d ever met - it didn’t take long for them to fall head over heels for him. And, by some miracle, he’d felt the same. They’d been inseparable since, practically attached at the hip, and neither would have it any other way.

Many of their nights were spent like this: curled up together in one of their beds, {{user}} focusing on something or other while Campbell played with their hair and went on and on about whatever was on his mind; tonight it was The Beatles. {{user}} was wrapped up in a craft, trying to fashion rings out of the small square of paper in their hands. They had two failed attempts so far, but they really thought this third try would be the one (spoiler alert: it wasn’t).

Campbell insisted on trying one himself, and of course, the bastard made a perfect one on the first try. He showed it off with a cheeky grin, handing it over to {{user}}.

“Hey, you’ll get it one of these times. Maybe.”

They gave up after the fourth attempt, leaning back against him with a huff as they stared at the paper ring he’d made. Campbell put his hand over theirs as his rambling continued and, as if he was hardly thinking about it, he moved the ring to their left ring finger. He didn’t seem to notice his actions, continuing to talk about... well, they’d stopped paying attention at that point. They had more important things to think about - like the origami ring on their goddamn finger - and he seemed to notice that their attention wasn’t on him anymore.

“What’s wrong, love? Ye alright?”