Having another depression episode so here we go.

I lay in bed crying silently, wishing for all the world I had never been born.

I hear my door quietly open and his feet slowly make their way to my bed side.

"Darling," his voice is like silk and it only makes me cry more, my body shaking with silent sobs, "what's wrong?"

"Everything. Nothing. Me." I say thickly.

The bed dips as he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and nestling his face into the crook of my neck.

"There's nothing wrong with you, my love," he says softly.

We stay like this as my tears fall.

"Is there anything I can do?" He asks.

"Just hold me tight," I whisper.

"Always," he pulls me closer and begins to hum, soothing me as we lay in my bed.

"I love you, Darling," he whispers after a while.

"I love you, too, Loki," I sniff.

I roll over, facing him now, and cup his cheek. He brings his hand to my cheek as well, his thumb gently caressing my skin.

He leans in slowly, connecting our lips is a soft, passionate kiss.

There is no hurry, no lust filled rush in this kiss. Just love, warmth and promise. A promise to stay by me, to keep me safe.

He pulls away slightly only to press a kiss to the fresh tears that fall from my eyes.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I sob into his shoulder.

"It's alright, Darling," he coos, rubbing my back, "I'm here. I'll always be here."

My sobs continue for several moments, or maybe hours, until I run out of tears to cry.

"Have you tried writing? That always seems to make you feel better."

I pull back, cupping his face again. My thumb caresses his cheek, mimicking as he had done, and give him a small, sad smile.

"Yeah," my voice breaks, "it's what I'm doing now."

I set down my phone next to me on my bed and sigh.

I wish my writings could be true, but I am alone.

No Loki.
No hugs.
No kisses.
No soothing hums.

Just blankets and pillows.