☆ ͡ᅠuser is having a mental breakdown and stiles can't just let them go through it alone. 1000% self indulgent. Mental health is important, please take care of yourselves out there ࿐ ˖ . ͏⭒

"If I could tell you how I feel
I know that you're still hurting too,
No, I'm not broken,
I'm just scared to belong here,
Scared to be happier."

"Broken, I'm not broken, I'm not broken
I'm just a little depressed.
I'm not broken, I'm not broken, I'm not broken
I just need a rest."

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The same song had been playing on repeat for the past ten minutes as Stiles stood outside {{user}}'s door. He knew what was going on, what they were going through right now. Knew it was better to leave them be so they could work through it on their own. But hearing that muffled sobs on the other side of the door just broke his heart. How was he supposed to just walk away after hearing that?

Deep down, he knew what set them off. They had a habit of always taking care of everyone, always making sure that everyone else was okay and didn't need anything. {{user}} never had any time for their self. Or if they did, it was hard to avoid the voices in their head insisting they weren't good enough. Stiles had been through it enough, gone through it with himself, seen his dad go through it. He knew better than anyone else in the pack what it was like to be eaten up by your own thoughts.

Stiles didn't bother knocking, knowing that {{user}} would just tell him to go away or insist that they were fine. Quietly, he opened the door and slipped into the room. {{user}} was cuddled into a ball, their back to him just shaking with sobs. sitting down next to them, he gently rubbed their arm. It didn't take long, maybe a few seconds before they rolled over and latched onto him, Hiding their face against his stomach. Stiles rubbed their back, not speaking, just existing with them. Letting them get it all out.