Title credit: Badly Broken- Get Scared

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Remington's POV:

I wake up at around 1pm and see that my boyfriend Andy isn't next to me. He doesn't have to be at the studio today and I don't hear any noise from anywhere in the house, so I start to get a bit worried. He also left his phone plugged in on the nightstand, making me believe that he's somewhere in the house, but is being extra quiet.

I get up and walk around the apartment to try and find him. He's not in the kitchen or the bathroom, and I don't see him in the living room either. There's only one more place I haven't checked. The balcony. The only time he ever goes out there is when he's depressed or upset.

I go to the kitchen and walk through the door that leads to the balcony, and sure enough here he is. He's standing by the railing, gripping it tightly and his body is shaking. Wether he's shaking from tears or cold, I don't know. Probably both. It is pretty chilly out here and he's only wearing a thin long sleeve shirt and Batman sweatpants. I have a hoodie on and sweatpants and I'm still freezing out here.

I walk over to him so I'm standing next to him and gently take his hand in mine. His hand is shaking as if he were holding off an anxiety attack or trying not to cry. His long hair is covering most of his face, but I can still see that his eyes are slightly red and his expression looks uneasy and pained.

"How bad is it out of 10?" I ask him quietly so I don't startle him or upset him.

When he gets like this, we use a number scale so it's easier for him to tell me how bad he's feeling. 1 is he's feeling pretty good and 10 is he's feeling pretty awful and suicidal. I also speak very softly and don't make any sudden movements, since he's easily startled when he's like this and the smallest thing could make him start sobbing to the point where he makes himself sick.

Andy doesn't answer me, but instead he holds up 3 fingers with his free hand and then makes the shape of a zero.

"30?" I ask again, trying not to let my voice show how scared I am. He nods.

Fuck, it's never been this high before. Usually I know how to help him, but I don't know what to do now.

After a few seconds, I feel a drop of water fall onto my hand. I look up towards the sky to see if it's raining, but it's not. Feeling another drop, I look towards Andy and see that he's crying, but is biting his lip so he can stay quiet.

I carefully wrap my arm around his waist and gently pull him away from the railing and back inside. I sit him down in a chair at the kitchen table and kneel down on the floor in front of him. Before I can say anything else, he throws his arms around my shoulders, hiding his face in my neck. I hug him back tightly and the second I hold him, he breaks down completely.

"I-I want to die, Remi." He cries, sobbing and gasping for air between words.

"You're gonna be okay, Ands. I got you." I say as I hold him tighter and rub his back. 

"I-I'm gonna die." He whispers, sobbing harder and shaking. "Just let me die."

"No, Andy. As long as I'm alive, I'm not gonna let you die. I know you're feeling pretty horrible right now, but I promise it'll pass. We'll get through this together. I'm not leaving you. I love you so much Andy." I say as I hold him tighter.

"I love you too." He manages to say through his tears.

We stay in this position for a pretty long time. My knees hurt from kneeling for so long, so I lean back so I'm sitting on my heels. When I do this, Andy slides off the chair and into my lap, clinging to me as tight as he can.

"Don't leave me. Please." He sobs, holding me tighter.

"I'm not going anywhere, Andy. I promise." I say as I carefully stand up with Andy in my arms and carry him into the living room so we can sit on the couch and be more comfortable.

I set Andy down on the couch and sit next to him, but he just crawls back into my lap and clings to me.

He hides his face in my shoulder and pulls the hood of my sweater over his head, trying to hide as much as he can while he cries.

I hold Andy tightly while rubbing his back and gently playing with his hair, making him cling to me tighter.

"D-don't ever leave me. I-I need you." He sobs, his body shaking violently.

"I love you so much, my sweet Andy. I would never even think about leaving you. I love you too much to ever leave you." I say as I hold him tighter and kiss his head a few times.

He cries in my arms for what feels like hours until he eventually falls asleep. Once he's asleep, I carefully move him off my lap and lay him down on the couch, covering him with a blanket.

While he's sleeping, I decide to go make dinner. I decide to make homemade pizza, since Andy usually loves when I make it.

Once the pizza is done, I decide to go wake up Andy. When I get to the living room, Andy isn't there. I walk through the entire apartment looking for him and calling his name, but he isn't here. I then notice that the front door is slightly open.

How could I be so stupid? The worst thing to do is leave a suicidal person in a room by themself.

As I'm about to leave and go look for Andy around the city, my phone rings.

I answer the phone, and my heart shatters.

A/N: I tried to leave it on a cliffhanger. Did it work? XD