Hazel sighed happily as she snuggled into Patrick on the couch. Her eyes suddenly widened when she woke up more. "Ew!"

"Yuck!" Patrick and Hazel scooted away from each other.

"Well good morning," Austin laughed.

He took Patrick and Hazel home, and decided to visit Ally.

As he drove, a weird feeling came to him. Everything was so dark. Hazel's question last night came back to his head- "Are you happy?"

Was he happy?

He didn't know. Of course Ally made him happy, and his friends did, but still... He was happy that Jeanette was on remission. He was happy for a lot of things, but overall, was he really happy? Or was he just wearing a mask? These questions he didn't have the answer to. at least not yet.

Austin shook himself, but no matter how hard he tried the simple question kept coming up, like the tide rushing up on the shore. It never stopped. It was constant.

"Austin!" Ally sat up a little when she saw him enter.

"Hey Alls," he said gently, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Move over."

She did as ordered, and he lay down next to her and he wrapped his arms around her. She felt cold. "Ally are you alright? Are they treating you okay?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine Aus, they're taking care of me just fine," she assured.

"Oh."

Ally frowned. "You really shouldn't worry so much, I-"

"Ally, are you..."

She leaned closer to him, waiting for him to continue. "Are you happy?" he asked hesitantly.

"Besides hurting like hell? Yeah, I am."

"And why is that?"

"There's a lot of good in the world, and there's so many reasons to be happy."

He felt frustrated. "But you're dying-"

"Why do you keep saying that?!" He winced at her sudden anger. "Would it kill you to think positive for once? I mean really, I'm gonna be fine. Stop worrying so much."

He looked down.

"Look at me." She raised his head, her voice more gentle. "I'm okay, and I'll be out in no time." He loved that she had so much faith about everything. Austin could be that way at times but other times he felt a constant Kick Me sign on his back, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't come off. That's where the negativity was.

"I'm sorry Alls." A lump formed in his throat, causing his voice to chock up, leading to it cracking. "I just can't stop worrying, one day I'm fine and the next... it's like I'm losing it, I-I... I don't know what I'm doing anymore." He didn't want to be like this, but he couldn't help it.

Why was he always breaking down like this?

The only reason that he should be sad was because of Ally. She assured him that she was fine. But it's never fine, he thought. He tried to convince himself it was fine a long time ago, only to realize it wasn't. Nothing will ever be fine. It repeated over and over in his head. Even if it is at times, it never will be. There's always going to be someone or something standing in my way of everything being okay. I'm always going to feel this way. I'm not happy.

He finally realized it.

This was the moment of truth.

The moment he stopped lying to himself. "I'm not happy," he said aloud. "I'm not happy," he repeated. He was losing it. He wasn't strong enough. I'm not what she deserves. She better. Someone who is happy, and doesn't have confusion of rather he's happy or not happy. Ally Dawson is high above me. What does she see in me? What has she always seen in me? I know what I see in her. I love her for who she is. Whatever she becomes. Burnt. Blistered. Forever and always I will love her. But in me? What does she see? When I've looked into the mirror lately all I've seen is a different person that I don't want to be. And the face staring back at me isn't the face I wanna see, or be. I want to be like Ally. The best person I know. The only person that makes sense. The only person who knows me more than I know myself. The only person who loves me for me. I love her so much, and I don't think she knows how much. And I don't know how someone like me could be so lucky. But yet, I'm not happy. And the most frustrating part is I don't even know why.

He saw the twinkle in her eyes leave, like a fire being put out. Fire...

She looked at him tearfully. Don't cry. Please. It hurts seeing you hurt. "Why?" she asked weakly.

"I don't know," he said quietly.

"Austin?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you depressed again? Have you been cu-"

"No!" he exclaimed. He hadn't even thought about that. "I'm not depressed. I'm unhappy." It was had to explain. He sighed. "And I promised you I'd never do it again. And I told you if you ever thought about it then come to me."

"Yeah," she smiled sadly, swallowing. "I remember."

"Come here," he wrapped her into a hug.

She pressed her head against his chest. She smiled. "Aus if this is about you not being good enough for you then you're wrong."

How did she know? She's so smart. A lovesick smile formed on his face.\

She continued. "When will you realize that I love you for who you are. You were the same person I was in love with yesterday and you're the same person I'm going to be in love with tomorrow. I'm always going to love you, for better of for worse," she whispered, tightening her grip.

He was starting to feel a small bit of happiness in his soul.

Her words.

They were so sincere and right. They fit together like pieces like a puzzle.

"I just feel like I'm not the person I want to be."

"Don't. Saving those kids was... amazing. You're Austin Moon! You gave up your career for me. You ran into a school on fire and saved your sister and kids. You, my Moon, are one of a kind. You're a great friend, a great brother, a great fiancé, and I know one day you'll be a great father."

"Thanks Ally-bear," he smiled, giving her a peck. "You know someone better than me?"

"Who?"

"She's got beautiful brown, wavy hair and the most amazing and sparkling doe eyes I've ever seen. She's got two hands, well besides one being broken," he laughed, and she laughed too. "We're getting married soon. And she's stolen my heart."

"Hmm, I wonder who?" This got her to smile and bite her lip, which always turned him on.

"You're so adorable," he said, booping her nose and resting his forehead onto hers, thinking about where she had been his whole life.

What would I do without her?

He knew that answer to that.

Hmm I'm not sure if I like this :/

Anywho, happy Friday!

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