To be seen is to be loved

Hello everyone, first of all, I would like to thank everyone for so much love that my fanfic has recieved, when I wrote this story I never thought it would garner so much attention. I am very grateful for your support and love towards my writing.

I know I have been gone for a long time and that time has been a wonderful phase in my life. I went to university, I made friends, I started living in dorms, away from my family especially my mother which helped me a lot mentally. I experienced freedom and the choice to make my own decisions, I had people who actually cared, supported and encouraged me, something I used to dream and long for.

And now, my parents have been trying to make me change my college so that it is closer to home as they don't consider it safe for me to live away from home where they have no surveillance over me.

For the past few weeks, I have been praying to somehow revert the decision cause I have nothing other than hope. They have almost completed the paper work and I was berated and guilt tripped when I simply asked if I could stay and not come home.

I can't do anything in my power to make the situation better as they are emotionally, verbally and sometimes physically abusive. I am very much financially dependent on them for all of my needs and no one to support me otherwise.

I am very much exhausted and feel as if any progress I made with my mental state is deteriorating day by day.

I want to write so much but I can't find it in myself to do it and I promise to come back when I am back to the place where I feel safe and happy until then goodbye.

A/N: Sorry, this is really shitty short one shot, idk considering I am posting after so long. I might just write a full proper one shot about this. So please enjoy this idea for the time being. Thank you for sticking around, I love you all.

If someone were to look at Caleb, they wouldn’t guess he gets bruises up so easily.

He doesn’t seem like the type to be so careless.

Yet for the longest time you could remember how even the smallest of scrapes would left a mark on his skin for days before it faded.

Caleb has always been so responsible.

You didn’t even remember when was the last time that you saw him cry.

He was a shoulder you could cry on but he never gave himself the same luxury. You never understood why. Wasn’t really on each other how people showed their trust and love?

Caleb has always been really strong too. He would often shrug off your concerns when he would injure himself during games.

The scraped knees he’d walk off as if they didn’t hurt. Ugly bruises would form on his arms and legs after basketball games. He never took them seriously.

You’d often peek inside his room during his workouts in high school. Sometimes even sit back on his bed, watching him work out. He wouldn't say anything but his ears would turn red, it was so cute.

Somedays you’d find him fussing over the stretch marks forming on his arms and near his shoulder. You could tell he didn’t like the look of those stretch marks for a while. It upset you, it really did.

Caleb who had never let you feel unworthy of anything, never let you feel any less than perfect couldn't see himself the same when he looked in the mirror.

When you’d compliment him, he'd get so bashful and turn red, teasing you right back.

Knowing all that, you couldn't understand what to say when you saw his metal arm for the first time.

He seemed.. ashamed at first, frustrated at the circumstances and himself that he couldn't feel anything; feel you at all.

That look on his face broke your heart, you’d wrap yourself around his arm as tight as you could, leaning against him hoping it would change.

A/N: Hey, yall. Sorry for this short chapter. I meant to write something good but I feel really terrible. This is a short vent so you can skip it if you want, The guy I like lead me on for months before telling me he likes someone else through a mutual friend. I don't know what should I do. He switched up so fast, I can't believe it. It's fucking me up.

I get treated like shit and then i run back to him for comfort. It's so fucked up because he isnt real and he'll never be real.

I won't ever find someone like him and no matter how much I tell myself that Caleb wouldnt treat me like that.

At this point, I feel like even if he was real and knew me, he'd never love me