7 Cups

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(Sam's POV)

My girlfriend had been spending awfully much time typing on her phone, like she was constantly talking to someone.

Even though we had only been dating for two months, I still felt like this was a little suspicious.

Like right now. We were at my house and she barely talked to me since she arrived. 'Y/N?' I called out.

She finished typing her sentence and looked over at me, 'What's up?' she asked.

'Who're you talking to?' I asked.

She bit her lip. 'My mom.'

Bullshit.

I nodded, not giving this topic as much attention as in my mind.

It was bugging me. The fact that she was so much on her phone was not usual. It started last week and ever since, it because obvious.

After another twenty minutes of her not looking up from her phone, I decided to something about it. 'That's definitely not your mom.' I said.

Smooth, Sam. Really fucking smooth.

She clenched her jaw. 'If you could just tell me who you're talking to, I would feel a lot more calm.' I continued.

'It's none of your business.' She said through gritted teeth.

I furrowed my brows. 'I'm your boyfriend. If you can't normally tell me who you've been talking to 24/7 for the last week, then it is my business.'

'I'm telling you, not your-'

'It is my fucking business!' I yelled a little louder than intended. 'You're sucking your whole life away in that phone, and to who? I have no fucking clue! If you want to be with someone else then-'

'I'm on 7 Cups!' She yelled even louder than me.

'What the fuck is that?'

She pursed her lips and took a slow breath. 'It's a site where you can anonymously talk about... what's on your mind.'

I harshly swallowed. 'So like... a therapist?' Y/N nodded. 'Why don't you talk to me? You know I'm here for you.'

'Because you don't understand.' She softly whispered. 'You don't want to understand.'

'I do.' I sat closer to her and held her chin to keep her looking at me. 'I want to understand why you consume so much time talking to strangers. I want to be here for you. I care about you. So damn much.'

I held her hand and her eyes started filling up with tears. 'Oh shit, what- what did I say?'

Instead of opening her mouth to talk, she backed off from me and rolled up her sleeves.

My eyes widened and I couldn't find words to come out of my mouth.

'Babe?' I asked with concern.

'That's why I've been on my phone so much. I talk to strangers who are the same like me. Fucking psycho.'

'No, no, no.' I said as I carefully caressed her scars. 'You're not psycho. You're human.'

'Human's don't hurt themselves.' Y/N chuckled without any humor.

'They do. Everyone hurts themselves in their own ways. Physically, mentally... it's all possible.' I explained. 'You mean so much to me, babe. I don't want you to think for a second that you're less.

I want you to talk to me. Talk to me until your voice is all raspy and dry, I don't care. I will listen to every minute, every second. And I will never get tired of it. You have me on this journey, okay? You won't ever be alone. Because you have me.'

I wiped away her tears. I said: 'You matter to me.'

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