“baby it’s okay to tell me things. i don’t care if i’m busy and i’m sorry if it seems like i’m too busy for you”
You spent most of the weekend blowing off plans with friends in favor of staying in bed watching Netflix in the dark, alone. Your weekdays have been crazy. Between putting in extra hours at work and trying to figure out how to get all your homework done and not fall asleep in class, you don’t seem to have the energy for much else. Usually, you like hanging out with friends on the weekends and releasing stress that way, but after going nonstop for a whole month, it seems like you just need a break from reality altogether. It wasn’t entirely a conscious decision to go off the grid and ignore everyone. It was something that kind of just happened, but even as you became aware of what you were doing, isolating yourself, you weren’t surprised because you’ve done it before. When things get to be too much, its something you tend to do.
Your weekend of isolation turned into calling in sick to work on Monday because you just weren’t ready to face the world and you convinced yourself you just needed one more day to recover and be ready to face all of life’s demands. When a knock comes on your door, you assume it’s one of your roommates coming to check on you again, so you just shout, “I’m fine.”
A few seconds of silence passes, and you assume they got the message and left, but soon, you hear a muffled voice, “Can I come in?”
Despite the door standing in the way, you know exactly who that voice belongs to. You sit up in bed in shock, closing your laptop and pushing it to the side as you scramble out of bed to unlock the door. You immediately pull it open and say, “What are you doing here?”
He wraps you up in his arms and says, “You didn’t answer my texts for three days.” As though that explains him showing up at your apartment when he was supposed to be in a different country. You don’t say anything, so he continues. “I thought you were mad at me about something, but Kate called and said you’ve been locking yourself in your room and not talking to anyone.”
You let him hold you tightly in his arms, treasuring the embrace and the physical contact. “What’s been going on? Why didn’t you call?” He questions, and you know he’s just concerned.
You shrug in response. “You’re busy.” Is all you say. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
He steps back a bit, sighing, “Baby it’s okay to tell me things. I don’t care if I’m busy, and I’m sorry if it seems like I’m too busy for you. I’m never too busy for you.”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You shrug, even though you know you’re lying.
“If you’re not coming out of your room for three days, then it is a big deal.” He responds forcefully, and then his tone softens. “If you’re stressed or overwhelmed, you have to talk to someone about it. Talk to me, talk to Kate, talk to your sister, but don’t keep it all in, baby.”
“I just needed some time,” You whisper, knowing that it’s a weak excuse and that he’s right. You should talk to someone when you start to become overwhelmed, but sometimes you just forget and resort back to the way you used to deal with things. The only way you knew how to deal with things before you knew that other people would be there to support you and take care of you.
“How about next time you need time you let someone take it with you?” Shawn questions and you just nod, closing the space between the two of you, just wanting to be in his arms again. Somehow he always makes you feel so much better. You didn’t know how much you needed him until he showed up.
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