#overworked

real footage of Bertie putting me in the corner 😔

For the shit I’m doing for this guy you’d think he’s my bf

Lowkey….if given the chance

The first sign of tiredness came with the way your eyes were gently half lidded when you first crossed the door. You felt like your limbs were carrying the weight of a truck, your eyes stung with the urge to cry out of exhaustion and you couldn't even articulate a full sentence when you first crossed the living room.

You had a routine:

⭒Arrive;

⭒Shower, finally get rid of the sensation of your clothes, the grim and tiredness of the day;

⭒And, finally, the best part: cuddling with your boyfriend.

Yet, this time, it hasn't been followed the day you usually do. Whatever happened today, was weighing on you like a lodge and attached like a demon on your back and, automatically, the dark cloud loomed over your head in a way that was too obvious to the hazel eyed man that had been observing you since the very moment the door handle twisted.

You were slumped on the couch instead. Head back on the headrest and staring at the ceiling like it owed you money but the tip of your nose, already deep red, betrayed the way your emotions were finally getting the best out of you in a quiet devastation.

Then, you finally look at Zayne.

And whatever look you had in your eyes — unable to hide it from him — had his arms wrapping around you in the blink of an eye, pulled tight to his chest where he believed you belonged and it's like a dam broke right there.

He holds you as you start crying. Holds you while you describe the last few things that overwhelmed you and pushed you to this edge while not saying anything because it's your time to speak, to let it go. Shifts to make you two more comfortable on the cushions and consequently pulls you to burrow deeper into his embrace because, where else should you be while crying so hard over stress? Nowhere else.

You cry over things you didn't even know hit you so hard. You ramble over, speak fast and even hiccups through soft sobs only to feel his hand — using his Evol to make it colder, soother — massage gently your waist while the other is caressing your hair. And you feel every single soft peck of lips on your hair as he listens. Even if it feels too long and too much nonsense because god knows how hard it is for you to let go like this.

As you slowly calm down, he can only think how grateful he is to be chosen to be your safe place. Being the one to hold you, to kiss your forehead and the drying tears and finally sees a smile.

Letting go of being the pillar and finally being held has never looked so damn good.