After the horrible break-up, Eric naturally, and quite literally, threw himself at work. He created distractions for his mind, only so he was too busy to think about those painful memories waiting to break him. Before it'd all went down, he'd been working a lot already, but now he was taking even more shifts than humanly possible. Not that his boss minded though, he was just happy someone showed up at work. For the boy, not working meant facing his mistakes, the truth, and he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

But could he ever be?

He was procrastinating , Eric knew that, but he was afraid that if he'd stop he'd break down.

And he wasn't sure if he could handle that.

At work he could focus on nothing lese but serving people and remembering their orders. Back home was his long awaited reality check ready for him. So instead of facing the truth, he refused to let his mind wonder away from the customers and blocked away any thoughts about the break-up. Eric didn't want to be remembered of how Brian and him weren't a happy couple anymore, how Brian wasn't his anymore. He wished he could erase the hurt look that had been in Brian's honey colored eyes him though, as it haunted his mind day and night.

So instead, Eric desperately tried to focus on the whiny customers and terrible food. No, the restaurant wasn't that good and tasty, and paid him the bare minimum, but it was something. A distraction that helped Eric ignore all of his problems and mistakes.

Week after week he worked himself to death, long 13-hour shifts every day with only little sleep as the boy deal with his insomnia. Eric was running on the tasteless coffee they served for their employees and the lukewarm dinners they got on their breaks. He was struggling to keep his head above waters at school, his grades dropping faster than any bombs could, but he didn't notice the worried looks all of his teachers shot him. He missed the worried looks Brian send him, because even though they were broken up, the brunet still cared very much for Eric. Brian was the only one that noticed how Eric's eyes were dull and drained from color every time he looked up. He noticed how little he slept, the exhaustion written more clearly than anything on Eric's face. But most importantly, his ex-boyfriend didn't seem to light up anymore when Jessica mentioned dancing, one of many desperate attempts of her to lighten her best friend's mood. It seemed like Eric had lost his passion and love for something that had always been one of his favorite things in the world.

But did dancing really matter if Eric had possibly lost the love of his life forever?

Because Brian had always been his favorite thing in the world, and now that he was gone, the blonde couldn't find the energy anymore to enjoy dancing.

Although Brian was having a hard time getting over his hurt feelings, he recognized Eric's warning signs better than anyone. The boy was waiting, silently screaming, for someone to help him, but wasn't putting his feelings in words. Rather than facing them, he neglected them and tried to move on without dealing with the truth.

Eric was falling, hard, and there was only one person to save him.

Brian Anderson.