as irrational as it sounds, you’ve never been okay. you’ve never felt relief.

like, ever.

sure, you can have fun, but there’s always something that chains you down.

leo seems to be the only one who really gets it, which you’re grateful for.

you both have different coping mechanisms— you like daydreaming and writing, which he finds cool, but he prefers mechanics and such.

you’ve been through everything with him. though, sometimes, there are things you don’t tell him.

sometimes, you both get really bad. it sucks a lot, but it’s not something you’re good at controlling.

this week feels different— that’s what leo swears. he hasn’t seen you at all, not even in bunker nine.

he finds it weird because you usually visit bunker nine quite often to talk to him, but it doesn’t seem to be the case this week.

it doesn’t feel right to wander around camp without his best friend— so for once, he isn’t in bunker nine.

the door to your cabin opens, some of your half-siblings stood aside and some talking.

he notices you, though, cramped up into the corner where your bunk bed is.

“{{user}}! i haven’t seen you all week, dude.” leo frowns, sitting on the edge of your bed.