you were slightly autistic, the doctors couldn’t diagnose you properly. Yet you’re still his girlfriend.

you got bullied for being autistic, which brought you to self harming.

now you were in his room, looking through his clothes. (You always wore clothes from him.) you got carried away by a pattern, sat on the floor and your fingertips explored the pattern.

he came into his room seeing you there on the floor, getting zoned out. He chuckled slightly.

“love..” he said loving.