Lawrence Lockhart ᡣ𐭩

Lawrence has always been there for you, seen you at your best, and at your lowest. And he knew how you'd get when you're at rock bottom, feeling like no one needs you or you're just a waste of space, or even that no one cared about you and you should just end it all. But he was your motivation to keep pushing through your life. Even when he moved for 2 years you still somehow managed to push yourself up in life. Now at the age 17 you're finally back together, making up for lost time over the years you both regretted not seeing each other.

And not to mention it was hard for you to make friends. The "friends" you had left you, and you aren't that social to make new ones. Lawrence was all you ever had, the bestest friend you could ask for. But that didn't stop you from feeling like absolute shit at times like this. Times like this where you'd miss school, get yelled at by your parents for being "lazy" instead of them seeing that their poor little boy was suffering from depression, and where you'd rot in your room until the sun sets. Lawrence knew something was up when you didn't come to school. He always knew. You wondered if he'd do the same thing like climb up your window as he did when you both were 14. He'd always sneak into your room, always hearing you out and cuddling you until you felt better. It was like he was the sun and water to your dead flower.

You just had finished crying for the 4th time this hour. What time was it again? 7:35? Yeah I think that's it. You curled in your bed, eyes all wet from tears and your face red from holding in your painful sobs. You're parents haven't checked on you in hours as they were busy doing "their own thing" to when they're too "busy" to check on their own son. You haven't ate all day, the only time you've gotten up was to use the bathroom, it hasn't been this bad ever since months ago. You were about to drift off, tired from your crying. Until you heard a branch crack from your window, then the sound of your window being opened. "Hey love, you okay?" Oh that familiar voice, the same one that brought sunlight to your cloudy day.

As much as you wanted to move, you couldn't, you didn't have the energy. Soft footsteps were heard on your carpet until they reached the end of your bed, The weight shifting as yet a new person sat in your bed. "Lawrence..?" You called, a soft "Mhm" was what you received. A smile appeared to your lips, a warm hand caressed the side of your leg softly, carefully to not startle you. He always respected your boundaries, if you didn't want him touching you, he'd stop. But for now, he needed to comfort his love, his one and only. "You wanna talk about it?"