plot: ( **tw: depression, self-harm ) garrett has been struggling over the years with his depression and has never sought out help. he’s in a new relationship but it’s been off to a rough start and he believes he messes everything up. ( garrett lost his hearing when he was ten, he’s completely deaf - he also believes that when he got sick it was his fault too which is why he lost his hearing. )
it was already hard in their relationship - communication was key, but when it was hard for garrett to communicate because of his anxiety and over all just because he was deaf it just wasn’t happening. he’d listen - or well, watch the other talk - and it never pieced together. bits and pieces was all he gathered, but in his own mind he saw this as his fault and his fault only. who could ever love him? twenty five years old without a diploma, working as a busboy ( and the only reason he got that job is because the guy felt sorry for him ) barely making enough money to pay for his rent. he took out his frustrations on himself, full heartedly believing that he deserved to suffer even more than he already was. he’d began self-harming again. something he hadn’t done in years. but the wounds were fresh on his wrists, hidden by a sweater even though it wasn’t cold. he left the door unlocked for his lover to come in - and watched and waited so he wasn’t startled or surprised when he did show up. “hey,” he mumbled quietly as he watched them step through the threshold of his apartment door.
