Comfort Guy:
(One-shot)
She'll be coming here tonight. And, like always, I'll be here waiting. She'll knock on the door, and I'll open it. She will be standing in the doorway with tears spilling from her eyes. I'll put my arm around her and lead her to the couch. By then she will have lessened her crying, but my shirt will already be soaked. She will then begin to tell me what happened, and I'll listen like a good friend would. She'll always tell me how she feels so worthless and how no one will ever love her.
I'll tell her that she is not worthless and that people do love her. And I will not be lying. She won't believe me, but she stops crying. I stand up, put a blanket over her, and kiss her on her forehead. She will close her eyes, and by the time I turn off the light, she will be asleep. I will look at her, and wish that she will someday realize I love her.
I will go back to my room, but I will not be able to go to sleep. During the night, I will make continuous trips to check on her.
In the morning, I will make her some coffee. She will wake up at about 9 a.m. She will graciously accept the mug from me. Her eyes will be puffy from all the crying, and under my eyes will be bags from no sleep. We will both smile at each other. She will finish her coffee and thank me for being there for her once again. I will smile and tell her that that is what friends are for. She will have different reasons each time on why she has to leave.
For about an hour I will stare off into space and only think of her. Then I will get ready and go to work. The only thought that will go through my head during work is that I am her 'comfort guy.'
We won't speak of the nights she comes here-
Oh hold on. I've got to go. That's her at the door.
A/N: Ok so I don't know if you guys get that…but if I don't get a lot of reviews I'll take it down and rewrite it. R.R!