p style="margin: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"(A/N: So, obvious trigger warning here for depression. This doesn't mention anything like self harm or anything else, just the feeling and struggle of depression. I hope I portrayed depression properly, and that this may help anyone who needs a bit of comforting. Please know I'm always here to talk! I think I'll turn this into a series, request a character from any fandom listed and I'll write it! Thank you so much, and I hope you like it!)/p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"You feel so…numb, as if nothing matters anymore. Everything seems to be so far away and distant, and nothing you do changes it. It all feels so hopeless, and the world, along with people, life, feels millions of miles away. You feel so separated, distant, from everyone, including your boyfriend, Zen. You begin to believe that he doesn't care. Who would, with all your annoying needs and wants? With your constant need for attention and love, anyone would get sick of you, and rather quickly at that./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"You told him everything about you, except for this-your depression. Why would you? He'd leave you if he knew. It would reveal your weakness, your suffering, and he didn't need that sort of stress, that much of a burden to weigh upon him. So, you suffer alone./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"Until today, when it all becomes too much./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"Everything feels as though it's weighing on you, and you snap. Sobbing, you rock back and forth on the bed, your self deprecating thoughts ringing throughout your head and echoing throughout the room as you voice them. Nothing you do matters, you're so useless. Everyone hates you deep down, isn't it obvious? Zen deserves better, he'll move on soon enough./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"You shake your head-you can't think like that. Maybe you'll call him, so he can reassure you? Picking up the phone, you dial his number, but it goes to voicemail. Your eyes widen, maybe he doesn't care afterall? You call again, two, three more times, and finally toss your phone onto the bed, collapsing in tears again. He doesn't care, he never did, you're so worthless god damnit why can't you do anything right you worthless piece of-/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""Babe? Where are you?! I saw your missed calls, I had my phone off for rehearsals and came home as soon as I could!" You look around; it's growing dark, you've been crying for hours longer than you thought. You begin to feel it, your eyes burning and body aching from sitting in the same curled up position you were in for hours on end. You sniffle, and he quickly enters the bedroom. His eyes soften when he sees you, panic evident on his face./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""M-MC? Are…are you okay? Here, let me come over." He slowly steps towards you, seeming surprisingly calm. Inside, however, his heart is racing. How long have you been dealing with this? Why didn't you tell him? What is going on?!/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"He shakes his head when he hears you try to catch your breath again, and he sits on the bed, setting you on his lap. He slowly rocks you back and forth, humming softly into your ear as he tries desperately to help in any way he can. He clearly hates seeing you like this, but he's terrified since this is the first time he's been around when it happened, and to him it's very obvious that this isn't the first time./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""Babe…how long has this been going on?" You look away from him, unwilling to see his saddened expression, his eyes that must be filled with disappointment at your secret keeping, your weakness, your failure./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""A-a few years…" You reply in a broken whisper, your saddened and hoarse voice shattering his heart. His eyes well up with tears, and he tilts your head gently to look at him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""Hey…it's alright. I don't know why you didn't tell me, but it's okay. I know it's hard to trust people with things like this, I won't hold it against you. I never will. I'll support you in whatever you do, whether you go to the doctor or not, talk to a therapist or not, tell your friends or not. If you never want me to bring it up again, I won't. If you want to discuss it, I will. Please don't ever feel obligated to tell me something, okay? I'll love you unconditionally, no matter what." His eyes, instead of showing you the disappointment you are expecting, show love and understanding. You manage a shaky smile, and he laughs softly, running a hand through your hair./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""There we go, good job. You can do this, you can beat this, and I'll be here the entire time, supporting you in all of your decisions."/p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"You feel so…numb, as if nothing matters anymore. Everything seems to be so far away and distant, and nothing you do changes it. It all feels so hopeless, and the world, along with people, life, feels millions of miles away. You feel so separated, distant, from everyone, including your boyfriend, Zen. You begin to believe that he doesn't care. Who would, with all your annoying needs and wants? With your constant need for attention and love, anyone would get sick of you, and rather quickly at that./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"You told him everything about you, except for this-your depression. Why would you? He'd leave you if he knew. It would reveal your weakness, your suffering, and he didn't need that sort of stress, that much of a burden to weigh upon him. So, you suffer alone./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"Until today, when it all becomes too much./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"Everything feels as though it's weighing on you, and you snap. Sobbing, you rock back and forth on the bed, your self deprecating thoughts ringing throughout your head and echoing throughout the room as you voice them. Nothing you do matters, you're so useless. Everyone hates you deep down, isn't it obvious? Zen deserves better, he'll move on soon enough./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"You shake your head-you can't think like that. Maybe you'll call him, so he can reassure you? Picking up the phone, you dial his number, but it goes to voicemail. Your eyes widen, maybe he doesn't care afterall? You call again, two, three more times, and finally toss your phone onto the bed, collapsing in tears again. He doesn't care, he never did, you're so worthless god damnit why can't you do anything right you worthless piece of-/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""Babe? Where are you?! I saw your missed calls, I had my phone off for rehearsals and came home as soon as I could!" You look around; it's growing dark, you've been crying for hours longer than you thought. You begin to feel it, your eyes burning and body aching from sitting in the same curled up position you were in for hours on end. You sniffle, and he quickly enters the bedroom. His eyes soften when he sees you, panic evident on his face./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""M-MC? Are…are you okay? Here, let me come over." He slowly steps towards you, seeming surprisingly calm. Inside, however, his heart is racing. How long have you been dealing with this? Why didn't you tell him? What is going on?!/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"He shakes his head when he hears you try to catch your breath again, and he sits on the bed, setting you on his lap. He slowly rocks you back and forth, humming softly into your ear as he tries desperately to help in any way he can. He clearly hates seeing you like this, but he's terrified since this is the first time he's been around when it happened, and to him it's very obvious that this isn't the first time./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""Babe…how long has this been going on?" You look away from him, unwilling to see his saddened expression, his eyes that must be filled with disappointment at your secret keeping, your weakness, your failure./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""A-a few years…" You reply in a broken whisper, your saddened and hoarse voice shattering his heart. His eyes well up with tears, and he tilts your head gently to look at him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""Hey…it's alright. I don't know why you didn't tell me, but it's okay. I know it's hard to trust people with things like this, I won't hold it against you. I never will. I'll support you in whatever you do, whether you go to the doctor or not, talk to a therapist or not, tell your friends or not. If you never want me to bring it up again, I won't. If you want to discuss it, I will. Please don't ever feel obligated to tell me something, okay? I'll love you unconditionally, no matter what." His eyes, instead of showing you the disappointment you are expecting, show love and understanding. You manage a shaky smile, and he laughs softly, running a hand through your hair./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;""There we go, good job. You can do this, you can beat this, and I'll be here the entire time, supporting you in all of your decisions."/p