[[There’s a soft rap at the door of Chip’s apartment, but not one of immediate urgency.]]
Hey, luv. I know you’re probably not wanting to be touched, and even moreso you probably don’t want to see me. That’s okay. Just know that I refuse to let you go through all of this by yourself, and that I’ll be sitting here outside of this door until you are ready to be checked on. I’ll wait even if it means years go by without me ever seeing you.
I know you’re overwhelmed. I know how that feels. It’s scary, isn’t it? But please, believe me, it will be okay. Just keep holding on, love. I’m here for you. Try not to focus on the voices. If you can, try to focus on my words. That might help some.
[[ There's a pause. Slowly, Chip raises his hand towards the door. He places it on the cool surface, trembling slightly. Guilt seeped down his spine while he listens. ]]
im sorry. im so fucking sorry, Ramb.
[[ He holds back tears, trying to keep his voice from shaking. ]]
You shouldn't have be here. you shouldn't...
[[ He trails off when the whispers become shouts, screaming the ugly truths of his soul in his face. He wants to feel numb already. He wants it to pass. ]]