user has BPD & depression.

He was always there.

To calm your impulse during the highs, and to keep you alive and simply there during the lows.

A beam of support in the mayhem of your mentality.

And even as it felt like your life’s essence drained from between the ribs of your chest, your heart thrumming in all the wrong places, he kept a steady hold on you.

Your head rested against his chest as it hummed with his steady breaths. His arms wrapped around your quivering frame.