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"In the dark depths of my mind, something stirred and woke."

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Just like the many times before, I stepped inside of the foyer of the new place I was staying in.

Frankly, it was starting to grow on me.

It always made my night to see him standing in the kitchen, leaning on the counter with his phone in hand, and his jaw chewing some sort of junk food.

Other times, he would be sitting on the couch, his legs laying across the couch as he leaned on his arm that was placed on top of the arm rest, and his eyes would be trained on the moving pictures that were playing on the television.

This time, he was in the kitchen, sitting on top of the counter as sounds emitted from his mobile device. He looked up at me, but his usual happy streaked face was gone.

Something was bothering him.

I've been noticing the last couple of days how his facial expressions have been progressively getting sadder, but I didn't know how to communicate with him. I didn't want to be too intrusive. I'm already living in his apartment.

"Hey," I said, opening the refrigerator door to pick out a can of soda.

His eyes studied me, but he refused to move from the counter. His face seemed to lighten the closer I moved toward him, but a somber vibe still surrounded him.

I stood in front of him, arm's length away from being between his legs as they hung from the edge. He inched his chin up at me, staying silent as he continued to stare into my eyes.

I sent him a smirk with a little laugh and gently pushed his leg, which caused a small chuckle to escape his mouth.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I took a sip from the can.

He shrugged, but kept himself quiet, "Nothing."

I groaned and moved closer to him, his hand pulling my arm to where I was now standing between his legs. I set my pop can down on the counter next to him, but his eyes stayed on my face.

"Seriously, what's wrong? You're here for me all the time. Let me return the favor."

After setting down his phone next to my can, his hands surrounded themselves against my waist.

His eyes held a dark emotion I've never seen displayed on him before. Whatever it was that was bothering him, it wasn't something small.

"I'm just worried," he finally answered.

"About?"

He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes closed, giving him a second to collect his thoughts before answering me.

"You and Jordan."

"What about me and Jordan?" I asked softly, my eyebrow tempted to raise itself.

I wish he would be more concrete in the conversation. I was starting to get impatient.

"I feel like you're hiding things, dealing with things that nobody knows. I want you to know that that's what I'm here for. I want to know what's bothering you, I want to be there for you. I can't be if you lock me out."

He finally opened his eyes and continued to stare at me, his eyes unwavering from my own. I stood there in shock, my throat too dry to say words. I was not expecting that to be the problem.

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