Why do you think Ace's therapist said almost the same thing as (Y/n) from all those years ago?
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When (Y/n) walks into her apartment, she sees Ryker sitting at the kitchen table. His shoulders are hunched over, he has his head hung over a glass. She's not sure what's inside, but something tells her it's alcohol.
  The scariest thing about the whole occurrence is, he doesn't even lift his head. She closes the door softly, her heart's beating fast, she's afraid to make him angry. His head in resting in one of his hands, his elbow on the table while his other hand traces the lip of the cup. Both of his wrists have gauze wrapped around them, the white fabric has a slight red color seeping through. She can't see his eyes, they're focused onto the light-brown liquid in the cup.
  Her purse makes no sound as she places it onto the counter, she can't seem to look away from the man in front of her. Yet, she tears her eyes away to search the room. There isn't any bottles of alcohol around, so it's probably only one glass. A piece of her wants to walk towards him; another wants to run away at speeds unknown to her legs. Yet, she's glued to the floor.
  She swallows a lump in her throat. He didn't promise to stop drinking, but seeing him with the glass makes her feel like he's disappointed her. If it's not alcohol, then what's in his cup? Suddenly his face lifts, and her breath catches in her throat. There's no air in her lungs anymore. She's completely breathless.
  The state he's in concerns her, his forehead has a gash in it, it looks as if he's been biting his lip to the point of causing it to bleed, and his eyes are puffy and red. All of her thoughts leave her mind and she approaches him. Wasn't he supposed to be at work? What happened to him?
  "Ryker?" her voice seems to be distant from her own ears. "Are you okay...? What happened? What's the matter...?"
  He tries to look away from her, but she grabs both sides of his face and forces his ice-blue eyes to look into her (e/c) ones, "You can trust me. I'm here for you."
  His hand grabs her shirt sleeve as his cheeks slide from her palms and his head falls, his nose pointing towards the floor. He shakes his head and she feels his grip tighten as he lets out a jagged breath, "I don't know anymore... I'm just scared. Nothing is making sense right now. I'm seeing things... that I don't... remember happening. (Y/n)... what's wrong with me?"
  Her heart skips a beat, he's looking right into her soul now. His eyes are piercing into her and it's a terrifying thought about how much control he has over her, "I... don't know, Ryker. I can't tell you... I don't have the answers you're searching for."
  "(Y/n)... I'm just so scared of being alone..." tears rush down his cheeks, his grip on her sleeve only proceeding to cause more wrinkles into the fabric. "Tell me... do you still love me?"
  "Of course," she puts her hands in his cheeks again and wipes away his tears. "Forever and ever. No matter what."
  He closes his eyes, putting his hand on top of hers and running his thumb over her knuckles, "But what if you don't?"
"That's never going to happen," she says, but he pulls away from her and looks towards the window. "Now tell me what happened to you."
  "Me," he speaks quietly, but runs his fingers through his hair. "I did it to myself. I couldn't deal with... all these images in my head. I can't... (Y/n)... what's... no... you can't answer that."
  "There's nothing wrong with you, we all deal with things differently," she sits in the chair next to him and places her hand on his knee. "Tell me what it is you saw... it's the only way I can help you."
  He shakes his head, pure fear in his eyes as he looks at her, "If I tell you... you'll think less of me... you'll hate me. You won't love me the same... I can't... it's not true... it's just... a figment of my imagination."
  She goes to grab his hand, but he stands up suddenly and knocks over the chair in the process, "I wouldn't think of you any differently... I don't know why you would assume that. Ryker... I love you."
  "No... no," he backs away, his back touches the wall and it's like his legs just gave out, he slides down fast. He holds his head, years once again falling from his eyes. "No... no... you... don't... no one... loves me... I'm impossible to love... this... is a joke."
  Something isn't right here. She takes a deep breath, knowing that it's not good to press. Take it slow... he's having a break down... a panic attack... something... he needs to calm down and it's obvious that pressing him won't help. It's obvious that she can't touch him. No matter how much she wants to hug him. To kiss him. To tell him that it's alright.
  To figure out what he's so desperately trying to hide. To know what he had tried to forget that he blocked it out of his memory entirely. And to be able to help him. To know what it is to make him happy. Ryker, she loves him, and she wants him to be happy. She wants him to have everything he deserves in the world and more.
  She wants him to feel the amount of joy he gave her in life. What happened to him in the past? Why didn't she ever ask? It is because they both didn't want to talk about their families? Was it because they respected each other's boundaries and comfort zones that she feels so helpless right now? Why does she feel so useless? Why can't she help him in his time of need like he helped her?
  Why is life so complicated?

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