knock knock.

randomegbert:

You lay there, holding onto her as she holds you. The facade you put up all the time was completely broken, and you were feeling so much pain. Most of the time, you could ignore it, but she understood pain.

There’s nothing you can do to hold in the tears, and you don’t even try. Together, you lay there as she strokes your hair. Minutes pass, and you slowly stop crying, the dark thoughts fading away, back into the dark corners of your mind.

…thanks.

You guide him onto the nearest couch, letting him sit down and decompress after that surely exhausting and depressing spiral, trying to feed him a soft and weak smile.

It’s what friends are for, John.