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You were standing by your phone, waiting for the other person to answer. The sounds of the phone only making you more anxious. It's 2 a.m. and you feel guilty for calling him so late, knowing he probably fell asleep not long ago after his gig at The Hideout.
Just as you were about to hang up, you hear him mumble a small "Hello?" in a sleepy, raspy voice on the other end of the line. You feel guiltier for that, you didn't want to disturb him while he was sleeping, but your anxiety was getting the better of you, and you know that hearing his voice would be one of the only things that could calm you down in this state.
"Is anyone there?" he could probably feel your deep, shaky breathing as you try to form words in your mouth, scared that he'd hang up if you didn't speak. "Listen bro, it's fucking 2 in the morning, please go bother someone else-" he couldn't finish his threat as you finally got the words out of your mouth, a whiny little "Babe" that you know he might be able to hear.
"Sweetheart, is that you? Is something wrong?" His tone of voice changes quickly, now sounding more awake and concerned. You never call him at night, even though he's told you a hundred times that if you need him, you just have to call anytime. But you never call him, and he knows it's because you don't want to bother him, or because you're embarrassed to ask for help when you need it. So, if you called him today at 2 am it's because something happened.
You keep silent with the phone to your ear, trying to calm your breathing to get to talk to him, but you can't, your mind is racing at the moment without giving you time to breathe or concentrate on anything. Your chest hurts from the breaths you are forcing out. Eddie is very worried about you on the other end of the line, and you hear how he's trying to gather his things quickly. "It's okay baby, I'd be there in ten, okay? I'll be there with you, just try to inhale and exhale for me". You mumble a small "kay" as you try to focus on your breathing, your vision becomes blurry as tears begin to gather in your eyes. You hear a "See ya, love" before Eddie hangs up. Your hands shaking trying to put the phone back in place and failing miserably, just letting it hang up.
You sit on the floor with your head between your knees, waiting for Eddie to arrive. Nothing bad has happened to you, everything was fine one moment, but then you turn on the TV to watch some news and your mind starts spinning in thoughts about all the things that were happening outside, about everything that could happen to your loved ones, about what could happen to you. You really tried to stop the train of your thoughts, trying to concentrate on something else, but nothing really helps the anxiety that starts to run through your body like a creeper. Then, after a while trying to deal with it alone, Eddie's name comes to your mind, knowing that he could help you out of that hole you dug yourself.
You don't know how many minutes pass as you sit on the floor hugging your knees and trying to breathe, starting to feel dizzy for the lack of oxygen. But soon you hear your front door close and footsteps running toward your room. You know it's Eddie, because he has a spare key in case of emergencies or times when you feel too lazy to walk to the door to open it for him.
You soon feel his body on the floor next to you as his arms wrap around your body pulling you closer to him while he begins to place small kisses on the top of your head. You don't even know at what point you start sobbing into his chest, it was all getting too much for you. "Shh shh shh baby. It's okay" he coos "I need you to breathe, love, you're going to make you sick" as he says that, he lovingly grabs both sides of your head and arranges them so that your ear is pressed on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat instantly calms you down.
He starts breathing deeply, trying to get you to copy him, and after a few tries and some supportive words whispered in your ears, like "you're doing great honey" "keep breathing like that" and "it's going to be okay", he achieves his purpose, getting your breathing to regulate. But even after that, he doesn't let you out of his arms, and you really don't want to let go at all. Feeling safe in his arms as he starts humming songs with his lips pressed to your head. You recognize some of the tunes as songs by metal bands he likes, but the way he hums the melodies and mumbles the words makes them sound like lullabies, soothing you as you start to feel calmer and sleepier.
Eddie never asks too many questions, knowing that you will talk to him when you feel ready to express how you feel. His priority is always to make you feel okay. Even if you wake him up at 2 am in the morning without even knowing what made you feel so anxious in the first place. He always takes the time to understand you and make you feel calm and loved.
There is no doubt that Eddie loves you with all his heart, and you love him as much as he does.