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Some days, it’s hard to get out of bed.
You don’t ever intend for it to happen. Sometimes, you can feel it creeping up on you like a storm on the horizon, a dark cloud you can watch approaching from a distance. Other times, it hits you from out of nowhere. It takes your breath away, kicks your feet out from under you. Leaves you unable to do anything but just lie there.
Today is one of those days. You hate it. You don’t want to feel this way. And yet, it’s not something you’re able to just snap out of. So you lie there cuddled up beneath your blankets, praying that the feeling goes away soon.
A creak. You hear the bedroom door open. It’s quiet, like someone is trying their best to keep from making an abundance of noise. You don’t have to see him to know that it’s Wes. God, what time is it? Wes has probably been up for hours, you think. He’s started his day. You should've been up hours ago --
“(Y/n)?” He starts. “You okay?”
He knows you get like this sometimes. He’s always been so understanding, so supportive. Another reason to feel guilty, you think. Wes is home right now. And you’re wasting time you could be spending with him being sad–-
“I’m fine,” you lie.
Wes is quiet for a moment. There’s little chance he believes you, considering the fact that you’ve been in bed for so long. But you can hope. You can –-
You feel the mattress dip as he crawls into bed. He settles beside you, his chest pressing against your back as he drapes an arm over you. He pulls you close. It feels... good. Familiar. Safe.
“It’s okay,” he says. “If you’re not fine, I mean.”
You feel your face grow warm, the little burn as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Fuck. You don’t want to cry. Not again. Not now. But Wes is being sweet, and --
And you’re not fine. Not at all.
“I’m sorry,” you say through the tears. “I don’t know why I get like this. I just –-”
“Hey, hey. Stop it,” Wes hugs you a little tighter. “Stop apologizing. It’s not your fault. I’m here to make sure you’re okay.”
And, well. That’s definitely not going to stop the waterworks. Why is he so sweet when all you’ve done today is lie there?
“I love you,” you say, then. “Thank you. You’re too good to me.”
Wes presses a little kiss against your neck.
“I love you too,” he says. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. Okay?”
You let out a shaky breath. You know he’s telling the truth. Wes is right, and feeling like this sometimes doesn’t define you. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. And he’s got your back, no matter what.
“Okay,” you reply. Because right now, that's all you can really say. And for now, that's enough.
Even on the days when you feel like everything’s against you, you always have Wes.