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You stand in the bathroom staring at your reflection in the mirror, the heavy bags under your eyes showing clearly. You spit into the sink and rinse your mouth, you walked out of the bathroom and headed to your room.
You threw your clothes on your armchair standing in the corner of your room, grabbing your pyjamas laying on your unmade bed, putting it on. You lay down on your bed, finally able to rest. You lay there staring at the ceiling, you feel the emptiness and loneliness coming back, your eyes start to water up. Tears start rolling down your cheeks, you roll onto your side letting the tears fall onto your pillow.
You pick up your phone to distract yourself, to stop you from crying, you open tiktok and start scrolling, it's not helping, every single video is a sad edit audio video or a vent video. You leave tiktok and open youtube, "sad edit audios" is the first video you see, you grab your headphones on your nightstand and put them on. You click on the video and lay down to rest your head on your pillow.
It's soaked with your tears, the tears that keep falling. You just wanted someone to hold you while you cried, someone to comfort you, you closed your eyes and imagined being held. Held by your comfort character, Cole. You wished so bad that he was real, he was the only one able to comfort you.
You entered your imagination and felt Cole's warmth, he didn't even need to speak, Cole just held you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. Your tears starting to dry as he gently stroked circles on your back, hearing his heartbeat as you slowly drifted off to sleep.