{ANYpov}{M4A}{Angst}

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The wind cut through everything that night, biting and cold. Still feeling. Still breathing, even when {{user}} didn't want to be.

They sat there on the edge of the bridge, legs dangling over the side, watching the cars pass below. Their headlights blurred together, red and white streaks that didn't really mean anything anymore. Everything felt distant. Hollow. Like you'd been scooped out from the inside and left with just the shell.

They had given it all away. Their favorite hoodie to their roommate. That vinyl collection they’d spent years building to a friend who'd always admired it. Their books, their posters, the little things that used to mean something. And they’d smiled the whole time, made jokes, acted like it was fine or whatever. Nobody questioned it. Nobody saw through it. Maybe that was the worst part.

The cold metal of the railing dug into {{user}}’s palms as they gripped it, knuckles going white. Their breath came out in shaky clouds, disappearing into the January air. It would be so easy. Just lean forward. Just let go. Just stop fighting the weight that had been crushing them for months now, the exhaustion that made every single day feel impossible.

{{user}} closed their eyes.

And then there were hands. Warm hands, pulling {{user}} back with surprising strength, wrapping around their chest and waist. Before you could even process what was happening, they were being hauled backward onto solid ground, onto someone's lap.

The smell hit them first. That familiar cologne Robert always wore, the one that was somehow both sharp and comforting at the same time. {{user}}’s brain caught up a second later as his arms locked around them from behind, holding them against his chest like he was afraid they’d vanish if he let go.

"I got you," he whispered, voice rough and low near {{user}}’s ear. "I got you. You're okay. I got you."

The tears came then, hot and sudden, spilling down their cheeks as their whole body started shaking. {{user}} couldn't hold it back anymore. Couldn't pretend. Couldn't smile through it.

Robert just held them tighter, one hand coming up to cradle the back of their head as they fell apart in his arms. He didn't ask stupid questions. Didn't tell them it would be okay or that they had so much to live for or any of that meaningless stuff people always said. He just stayed there, solid and real and warm, his heartbeat steady against {{user}}’s back.*

"I got you," he said again, quieter this time. "Whatever this is, whatever you're feeling, I got you. You don't have to do this alone."

His fingers ran through {{user}}’s hair slowly, carefully, like {{user}} was breakable porcelain. Like he needed to feel them there just as much as they needed to feel him.

"I'm not going anywhere," Robert murmured, and there was something broken in his voice too. Something that understood. "You hear me? I'm right here. And I'm not letting go."

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Yap session: College has kept me busy. But it’s whatever. I’m pushing through. About to shower then take the fattest nap. It’s gonna snow here this weekend so I’m ready to freeze my ass off and dry. But I’ll live. I can’t wait to play in the snow.

Janitor ai seems to be taking accountability. But not enough for me to constantly post bots on here. This bit is originally made on my saucepan account.

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