I looked down at my shaky hands.

They betrayed me.

They should've let go sooner.

My body shook violently, finally having enough strength to look at the man who had the audacity to grab me. I lifted my eyes, my vision immediately looking at the eyes of the person, catching his calming deep brown eyes. I observed him; The nose ring, gauges, bright yellow hair sticking out from his beanie, a black hoodie and ripped black skinny jeans.

I felt my breath being stolen from me the more I observed. ( Me too, Tyler. Me too.)

"Hey," His voice was soft like vanilla, the tone calming.

I didn't respond, his grip still tight around me, making sure I didn't go anywhere.

"I know you're probably not the happiest with me right now—"

He sighed quietly.

"But I want you to know that it's not worth it, okay?" 

I rolled my eyes. What the fuck would he know about depression. He probably has a great life.

"How the hell would you know?" I sneered.

"Because, I've been through it, multiple times." He whispered quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.