“Why don’t you just fucking leave already?” He picked up a vase and chucked it, full force, at the wall behind her. "They all fucking leave anyways."

It was another bad day. Tempers were high, rage was high, patience was low, and fear was present. He never let anyone in on these days, they were his personal hell to bear, or so he thought. She wouldn’t leave. She never did. Instead, she let him walk away onto the balcony and began cleaning up broken shards of glass. Another fallen. A shard of glass nicked her hand, she rinsed it off, and put a bandage on it. She walked outside and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I know hun. I know. “I know hun. I know.”

He sighed and let her arms embrace him. She had made her way inside his walls, the only one. Things just weren’t fair in the world.

“Why don’t you ever leave? I give you plenty of reasons to.”
"I can't, I care about you. If you love someone, you don't just walk away when things get rough, you stick around and fight for them."

No one had ever stuck around for him. She took his hand and led him inside to the couch. Having already turned the kettle on, as was tradition for the bad days, she made them both cups of tea and sat beside him, not a word was said between the two.

There they lay for hours, her hands embracing him, until he stopped shaking and gave in letting the tears fall. "Shit, sorry, I'm making a mess."

“Don’t ever apologize for feeling. Or for letting me in. I'm not her, you're not going to get penalized for being a human. I love you, for the good days and for the rough days.”

The bad days happened every so often. They were never easy days, he always pushed her away. After all, it was all he knew to do. His past would always pierce and hurt in one way or another. But no matter how much he said it, screaming at the top of his lungs, she never left him. It wasn’t his battle to fight alone, it was theirs to fight hand-in-hand.