He was away for a couple days filming a scene for his new movie, and within those few days your mental state had grown worse and worse. You barely left the house, ate food that you knew wasn’t good for you, and drank pretty much no water- but those were only the physical symptoms. The loud orchestra in your head was a combination of screeching self hatred from the violins, cacophonies of anxiety from the cellos, all as every swipe of the conductor’s baton sent you spiraling further into your depressive episode. With Keanu gone, one tiny thought destroyed you as it snowballed into an avalanche of negativity. It was days like this where you just wished you could turn your brain off and just sleep your life away, putting away every single unwelcome thought that plagued your mind. Every day you grew more desperate, until you heard his familiar knock on your door. In the split second between him knocking and opening the door, about a thousand thoughts ran through your brain- but one stuck out. I don’t want him to worry about me. I don’t want to burden him. This echoed around your head until you stood face to face with the man in question. The love of your life.

        “Everything okay?” He asked, studying your face.

        “Yeah! I’m really happy to see you!” He smiled at this and pulled you into a hug.

        “I missed you cutie,” He said into your hair. “But it’s late. We should go to bed.”

        “Mhm.” You mumbled as you followed him to your bedroom. You began to change into your pajamas, even though you were still wearing your other pair from last night. When you turned around, Keanu was already laying in bed with his arms wide open and a stupid grin on his face. A light smile drifted across your face then faded just as quickly as he pulled you into his chest.

        “Are you sure you’re okay?” You could feel his chest rumble as he spoke. You hesitated to answer, and in that moment he knew. He sat up, taking you with him until you were sitting across from each other on your bed. “Talk to me. Please.” He said, squeezing your hand.

        “How did you know?”

        “Your room. The blinds are shut, your laundry’s a mess, you were still wearing pajamas from last night, and the only thing in your kitchen was wine and KFC.”

        “Yeah, that’ll do it I guess.” You sighed and he sat there patiently, nothing but love and concern written across Keanu’s face. “I don’t know how to explain it really… Everything was fine but all of a sudden, I just felt like… felt-” You looked down once tears started to fall. At no point this week did you cry- and now all of those bottled up tears were breaking free. Keanu rubbed your hand with his thumb while you took another deep breath and tried to calm yourself. “I just don’t feel like I’m worthy of love. I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you. All of my friends probably hate me and I just feel so… alone.” This last word sent you straight into his arms, sobbing out all of the emotions you had tried so hard to fight. Keanu didn’t say a word, he just held you and rubbed your back, occasionally placing an innocent kiss on your forehead. Once your tears had ran out, he began to quietly speak.

        “I love you. And I understand that when left to their own devices, our thoughts can get out of hand. But I love you and that will never change. I know your friends feel the same way too. We all love you so much, I promise.”

        “I love you too.” You managed to squeak out, your throat raw from crying.