EverymanHYBRID Imagines (COMPLETED)

Depressed: Jeff

Things just haven't been going my way lately, and I've had a terrible run of bad luck, and I'm just really depressed as of late.

I've been locked away in my room, sadder than I thought possible, as I stare out the window.

I'd laugh at how I seem to be in a music video or something, as the rain trickles down the glass. I keep my gaze on the window until I hear three gentle knocks on my door.

What part of I need privacy do people not get? God, I just need to be alone for a while.

"Go away," I mutter.

"Sweetheart, it's me."

At the sound of Jeff's voice, I jump up and open my door. I know I don't look very good, but I need to see him. Luckily he doesn't have a camera with him or anything like that.

"Jeff," I say. "What are you doing here?"

"Your mom called me."

"Of course she did."

"I can go if you want me to."

"What? No, please, stay."

He steps forward and hugs me. And I slowly hug him back, feeling safe and warm in his embrace. I'd forgotten his scent, how it reminds me of the outdoors.

"Thank you for coming," I whisper.

"I will always come for you," he replies.

I smile for the first time in a week, and hug him tighter.