Reader's pov:
You where on the ground in your living room crying, due to stress with your depression and anxiety. Your not able to hear the front door open due to your crying and next thing you know someone's sitting next to you rubbing your back.
Darry's pov:
Just as I step through the door I see y/n (your name) on the floor crying. I set down my briefcase and sit on the floor to rub her back. "Whats wrong babe?" I say while rubbing her back
Readers pov:
"What's wrong, babe?" I hear Darry, my boyfriend of 8 months, ask. "Huh? Oh... it's nothing. How was your d-" " Don't try to front y/n. What's wrong?". " It's just... I haven't been feeling well. I have thoughts of hurting myself, and life is tough. Why can't everything be easier?!" I manage to get out between my sniffles. "Aw babe, come here." He says pulling me into a hug. " I know life is tough... but it's hard on everyone. And if it where easy then you wouldn't get to use that big ol' brain of yours." He says poking the top of my head. " Please don't hurt yourself... it's not good for ya."I know... but it seems like it would ease the pain.. y'know?". I say, pulling myself away from his embrace. " Like it would help me get better. Take my mind off the horrible thoughts I have.".
" Y/n look at me. You are the most amazing person I know. Your smart, funny, beautiful, and the most kind person I've ever met. Don't you ever forget that, okay?" "Thanks, Superdope." I say, punching his arm playfully. "You feel a bit better, at least?" "Yeah, a bit.. let's go make some dinner."
@_strawberryturtle here you go. I know it's not the best, I had some trouble writing it. Thanks for the request, though!