I wrote this later last night and it's not the best but I had wanted to write a hurt/comfort story involving Mr. Crepsley. Please let me know if you notice any errors in my spelling or grammar.

I rushed into my tent and flopped onto my bed as soon as the show was over. As soon as my face hit the pillow I busted into tears, every possible negative emotion came rushing to me all at once. Mr. Crepsley, my mentor and father figure, had known as soon as he saw me that something was wrong. He had asked over and over if I was alright or told me I was welcome to leave if I needed to. But I didn't want to abandon him or Darren, it was packed and I knew the Cirque needed as many able hands as possible.

I pulled a pillow close to me and held it as tightly as I possibly could as tears streamed down the sides of my face. I still don't know what triggered this reaction from me or why I was being overrun by the emotions I had tried to shove down into my dark hole. All I know is that all I can do now is cry my eyes out.

I was crying so hard, I didn't even hear two people step into my tent or the hushed voices bartering back and forth. I only noticed that I wasn't alone when I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked over slowly and through my blurry vision, I saw the outline of a man wearing all red with a crop of orange hair.

I buried my face back into my pillow. "Go away." I weakly mumbled. "What is wrong?" He asked, obviously ignoring my request and there was a hint of something in his voice… Was it concern? No it couldn't be. Who would care about me? "If I knew I would tell you." I sniffled, curling into a ball.

Mr. Crepsley sighed and I felt him shift around on my bed before I felt weight, closer to me this time, from behind. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him awkwardly wrap his arms around me. Was this really happening? No there's no way. This isn't like him….

My head was spinning and I thought about moving away but the embrace was too comforting. It felt nice… I felt needed and wanted… I hadn't felt this way in so long. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in his arms, cuddled up close to his body.

When I woke up later in the day, I was still wrapped in his arms. He was sound asleep and I was scared to move in case I would wake him. I shifted around so I could listen to his heartbeat and breathing. It was even more comforting to me oddly enough. I had forgotten about my pain, all I was focused on was him. I still didn't know why he had done it but I don't care, it felt good and I was going to be damned if I wasn't going to enjoy it while it lasted.