No problem, sweetheart. If you need someone to talk to, I’m always here. I’ve had some experience with this stuff.
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You shook uncontrollably and couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your puffy eyes.
“Calm down! Stop overreacting about everything!” Your dad shouted, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room.
You ran to the only place of solitude you ever had. Your room.
A second later, your mom walks in, clearly having talked to your father.
“Stop pretending like this is a big deal. It isn’t!” She huffed, slamming the door shut and angrily stomping away.
You sat on your bed and cried for what seemed like hours.
“Y/n?”
No, no, no. Don’t look at me when I’m like this.
“Hey, hey, c’mere,” Gabriel whispers, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around you.
His presence was warm and welcoming, but it hardly helped.
“Listen, they’re wrong. Your feelings are valid and they always will be. You’ll always have me. Just let it out, I won’t be leaving any time soon.”