a/n: sliiightly triggering.

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Don't ever
Let me go

There is a guy.

He is lost in a vast world of fears he can't seem to get over, and the forever terrifying monster of "I can't ever be enough".

His deep trepidation is often mistaken for the fragile nature people have thought him to have, which he found easier to live by.

What they don't know is that there is a fine line between his hidden anxiety and what he often showcased as a meek personality.

It's difficult to pretend, isn't it?

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There is a girl.

She is lost in a boundless ocean of her own thoughts about everything that concerned her, leaving her to overthink things more than she had ever wanted.

"Too much," is what she would say sometimes.

There are things that she wishes she would just forget, things that she never wanted to think of, things that potentially terrified her.

She needs to save herself from something incredibly burdensome, something she cannot get rid of overnight.

She waits, patiently, for someone to save her from herself.

Because she knows, she cannot do it.

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The wind blows softly through the atmosphere above them, the moon watching down on the land below, accompanied by the seemingly-infinite twinkling stars and the sound of comfort enveloping the empty space.

It is sometimes in our lives that we look for serene moments like those, moments where there isn't a worry threatening to make you fear.

Silent, calm moments where you can take a deep breath and bask in the glory of the majestic night sky, not having to think of much else asides from how many stars have dared to show up for sight— brave little stars that want to be seen by the entirety of the world.

"Asahi,"

"Yes, love?"

"Don't you ever get tired of yourself?"

He chuckles. "I'm not quite sure I understand,"

"Thoughts." She turns to him, gazing into his eyes. "Do you get tired of your thoughts?"

He freezes momentarily, then loosens up and looks back at the stars. "Look up,"

She hesitates for a bit, but turns to the sky in obedience.

"Thoughts," he starts, "work just like the night sky,"

"In what manner?" She tilts her head in confusion.

"The night sky and your own thoughts are both huge. Gigantic," he tells her, "some people are afraid of the dark, darling."

"Go on," she nods.

"And some people, are afraid of their own thoughts,"

She looks at him questioningly, unsure of what this had to do with anything, but she let him speak.

"Afraid of themselves. Humans have the power to do so much. It can be very terrifying,"

"You still haven't answered my question,"

Silence.

"Do you every get tired of your own thoughts?" She repeats for the third time.

He stops.

"Always."

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She's crying.

She doesn't want to try so hard anymore, only to find herself flushed in disappointment; she doesn't want to take the blame that she doesn't deserve.

She wants to run away from everything.

Her anxiety is like cancer, eating away at her happiness and sanity so slowly, torturing her every second of the day.

No matter how hard she covers her ears, the voices, the little voices in her head are whispering things she does not want to hear, and things she never wants to.

All the pain, all the suffering, all the little things that added up.

She wishes to end it.

Debating, debating. Waiting for someone to come.

But nobody came.

It's decided.

She's ready, but she isn't quite.

Trapped. She feels so trapped between decisions, but she knows she has to make a choice.

She decides not to physically hurt herself, but her emotions have worn her out.

She lets herself fall to the ground.

Strong arms suddenly wrap around her waist, putting her into a slight shock.

"Just in time."

She cries harder, burying her face into his chest.

A tear slips down his own face.

He knows what it feels like to be so caught up in your own mind, to be trapped within yourself, to want to be set free from the overflow of nightmares.

He knows what it feels like to feel alone and uncared for, to feel like you're the only one who understands yourself, to feel like nobody will ever come to help.

He knows.

And that's exactly why he's here.

He wants to tell her that there is a better tomorrow waiting out for her, and that there is someone who will be there for her.

All they could hear was her muffled sniffles, and the soft sound of gentle patting on the back, but it was enough.

Lifting her carefully to her couch, he lays her down and positions himself to hold her in his arms.

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome,"

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Please,
Let me cry in your arms

a/n: no im not depressed or anything like that. first off, this was supposed to be fluff. then, my mind was like "angst urself". and from there it became comfort, and i just donT RLLY KNOW WHAT I WROTE

I know this was short but I might make a part two. heh.

no but seriously. gomenasai, minna-san. it was v short... ;;m;;

please leave feedback bc i honestly dont know if i did well???

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