Keep your head high guys! I promise it'll get better.

It's been days since I've gotten out of my room, I was once again depressed and I was isolating myself from my loved ones. It was my fault, like always. I messed up big time on my exams and I feel like Collins doesn't love me anymore.

"(Y/n), Collins is outside. Can he come in?" said my mom giving me a small smile.

I nodded, "Y-yeah. Let him in."

I quickly brushed tears off my face and sat down on my bed like nothing was going on.

He came in and sat next to me, "Hey baby."

"H-Hi Collins. What's up?"

"You tell me, (y/n). I haven't heard from you in a while. I want to know what's going on with you." said Collins getting closer to me. I scooted further and wiped a teardrop.

"Nothing is going on. I'm perfectly fine."

Collins grabbed me and held me in a tight hug, "No you're not and that's fine. Talk about it, baby."

I realized Collins wasn't the problem so I finally let my tears run, I sniffed and nuzzled myself into his chest, "I failed all my exams. I feel like a failure."

Collins brushed my hair, "You're not a failure. Everyone fails in exams. No one is perfect! I don't even expect you to be perfect (y/n). I want you to be you."

"Thank you I really needed that talk. I'm feeling a little better. I love you."

"I love you too, baby," responded Collins