you grew up with not many people showing they cared or appreciated you, you hadn’t realised it effected you for a long time, assuming everyone felt the way you did. Like you just lingered in the background till people needed you, like you couldn’t actually mean anything to anyone. A feeling you’d grown accustomed to

you were at a party, staying quiet, sitting at the side, having being left behind by your friend group who went good knows where, sipping on your drink, red plastic cups from your previous drinks littering a table, the sounds around you feeling muffled, a heavy feeling in your chest once more. A sigh leaving your lips as you grabbed your bag and left the party.

you walked through the streets of your town, that same empty feeling there, the feeling that always sat in the back of your mind, lost in your thoughts you end up bumping into somebody. An old friend. “ah..shit. Sorry, didn’t see where I was goin’” phillip forced the words out, before looking at you properly. Squinting as he noticed your teary eyes “{{user}}? I’ve not seen you in years. What's with the tears?” he immediately wrapped an arm around you. His voice filled with concern, brows knitting together. “talk to me..” he said softly, those words alone making you cry even more with being touched over the simple offer to be heard.