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You found yourself crying yourself to sleep again. What was that, the third… no, fourth time this week? Not that it mattered. You would feel better in the morning anyways like none of this happened. But you must have sobbed just a bit too loud.
Before you knew it, Mack was standing over you in your depressed state. He had an unreadable expression on his face. You quickly wiped away your tears and sat up to look at him, trying to steady your voice as you spoke, “Hey Mack. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“You don’t sound alright. Are you okay?”
“…if I’m being completely honest, I really don’t think so.” You dryly chuckled. “Not that it’ll matter. I’ll forget about all this in the morning, anyways.”
“Is.. is this a normal behavior for you?”
Instead of answering him, you broke down crying again. It was too much to express into words. You couldn’t remember a time in your life where this wasn’t happening. It was like having ghost depression, every night was filled with despair yet every day had smiles and joy. But mentally stable people don’t have their YouTube search history filled with songs to cry to.
While getting caught up in your own head, it took you a minute to notice the comforting warmth from Mack’s arms as he hugged you. You forgot what a hug felt like. You let yourself embrace his touch, leaning into him while silent tears rolled down your face. After a while, your crying calmed down, and he moved away to stop hugging you.
“No- wait- please…” you reached out for him. “Please don’t let go…”
He moved around to the other side of the bed. “May I?” You nodded and he got in next to you. “I’m still fairly new to this whole, ‘comfort’ thing.. but I know that people like cuddling.” With no warning, you cuddled up against Mack.
“Thank you…”
“Of course.” He gently played with your hair, which helped to calm you down a lot. After many cuddles and headpats, you were finally at rest. Mack didn’t dare to leave.