"I don't, I never did." He smiled softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
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" I'm sorry I'm so sorry" she cried
"Hey, why are you sorry? I was the one who snapped." He frowned, scooting over closer to her.
" because I love you and I was just stressed…" She rambled on
"Because I stressed you out, right?" He asked, cupping her cheek in his hand.
She shook her head " I've been having panic attacks" she said
"Why is that? What is causing them?" He asked, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
" a bit of everything" she said
"Am I part of that?" He asked, leaning forward some.
She nodded sadly
“Do you need me to go, to make things better?” He asked softly.
" stay please" she begged
“I don’t want to leave, but if you need me to, I will.” He whispered, leaning forward and pecking her lips.
She shook her head " Stay with me one last time at the very least"
“Of course princess, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to.” He whispered petting her cheek.
" I love you so much it physically hurts" she sighed
“I think that might be the drug overdose.” He chuckled kissing her cheek. “But I get what you mean.”
" I'm sorry about the whole moving in with your brother thing you know I'd rather live with you I'll move out if you want…"
"No, no it's fine. I just want you to tell me these things." He smiled softly, booping her nose.
She tried to move out cried out from a sharp pain in her leg
He winced some, looking at her. "What happened?"
" I think I broke my leg" she said
"How? When?" He asked, his brow shooting up.
" when I fell" she said
"Fell? When did you fall?" He asked, still rather confused.
" from the overdose" she said
"O-oh, maybe you should tell someone?" He said rather squeamishly.
" vyou can go if you want"
(I know this is a one on one but this is really good!!)
"I won't go, I'm just telling you you should tell someone." He mumbled, pulling the blanket off of her legs. "Lemme see."