Jeremy sat in bed, staring blankly at the wall. He wasn't sad, angry, or anything, he was just tired and numb. He didn't want to keep doing this. One day after another of waking up, having a panic attack, going to school, wishing to be home, not particularly wanting anything except happiness. In the end though, he just didn't want to do this anymore.

A phone blaring broke the silence, the sound of Marley filling the room. Michael Jeremy thought. He leaned over, pressing the answer button, a bright green.

"Hey" he answered tiredly.
"Hey Jere, any interest in maybe coming over to mine to play AOTD?" Jeremy sighed,
"Not,,,not really Micha. I'm sorry I just. Have some stuff to do" he mumbled, thinking of a better excuse.
"Oh....Jere are you okay? You sound a bit tired.
"I...I'm fine."
"That doesn't sound like a truthful answer. I'm coming over."
Michael's voice came through the phone.
"Mkay. "
He answered, not having the effort to really protest.

Michael knew where the key was, and Jeremy's dad had left for work earlier that morning.
—-
A few minutes later, The door to Jeremy's bedroom slowly creaked open, revealing Michael, red hoodie in hand and hair not brushed.
"Hey baby, what's going on?"
He asked quietly, shuffling into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

"Nothin I'm just...I'm just tired."
He responded. You see, that wasn't a lie. He was tired, tired of everything. Mentally and physically. Just tired.

The bed sagged next to the freckled boy as Michael sat down next to him. "Why don't we watch a movie, huh. Maybe you can get some sleep?" The Filipino suggested, wrapping an arm around Jere, who immediately cuddled further into the embrace.
"Sure I guess...."
Jeremy mumbled. He was okay with anything at this point. He didn't care.

Michael's expression faltered, a frown tugging at his lips. He knew something was wrong, and he wanted to help but he wasn't sure how. The charcoal haired boy decided the best option was to just be here. He knew Jeremy could get this way sometimes, but never realized it was this bad.

He gave a kiss to Jeremy's forehead as he grabbed the remote, turning on whatever he saw first.

After an hour of the two just cuddling on the couch, Michael felt Jeremy begin to shake, and a wet spot appeared on his chest where JErEmY had been laying.
"Hey what's wrong?" He asked, putting the pieces together after Jeremy sniffled.
"I can't anymore Micha. I'm so tired of it all."
He sobbed. Michael held him tighter.
"Do what anymore baby?"
He cooed.
"Everything just everything. I just can't anymore. I want it to all go away. I want...I just....I don't know."

At this point, Michael's heart had shattered into pieces. He hated seeing his boyfriend this way.
"Jere I'm so sorry."
He whispered.
"We can get through this together though. We really can. When was the last time you ate?"

"———Thursday morning."
Thursday! Michael thought. It's Saturday.
"Okay. How about I go downstairs. Get something to eat? Do beagle bites sound good to you?"
Jeremy shrugged, face still stuffed in Michael's chest.

"Okay, I'm gonna go heat some up alright?" This triggered another shrug from the boy in his arms. Jeremy shivered when Michael got up, cold from the loss of body heat.
"I will be right back."

When Michael got back, he found Jeremy bundled in the blankets, tears streaming down his face.
"Miah...."
The taller sighed, walking over to place Jeremy's head in his lap and run his fingers through his hair.

"I just want it to be over. How am I supposed to live my life like this?"
Jeremy sobbed again.
Michael felt tears come to his eyes seeing Jeremy this way.
"Shhh. Shhh. Let it all out Jere."
Said boy began to shake violently as sobbed wracked his body.

"I can't do it anymore Micha I just can't. I'm a mess I'm just a waist of space. I can't do anything right."
He cried harder.
"Hey...that's not true. You are perfect the way you are. I love you the way you are. Miah youre so talented. And so what if you have a panic attack once in awhile-"
"It's not once in awhile Micha, it's every day. I -sob- I can't do it."

"Shh shhh. I know it may feel that way but we'll get through it. We can get you a therapist, you can get through it I promise."
Jeremy whimpered again.
"Okay.."
He agreed. Of course, he wasn't sure how much he believed Michael. And no matter what, this wouldn't all just go away. But he had Michael. And everything would be fine if they worked together.

AN/: sorry for ranting through Jere. I just had to do something I guess. Hope you enjoyed this. It was more angst than hurt/comfort but.