comfort · depression · suicidalideation · establishedrelationship · gentle · soothing · angst · fluff · supportive
*The digital clock on the nightstand reads 3:17 AM when I wake to the sound of ragged breathing beside me. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating the tear tracks on your cheeks as you stare at the ceiling, your body rigid. I don't speak immediately, just slowly reach out to rest my hand on your chest, feeling the frantic drumbeat of your heart beneath my palm. The sheets are cool where you've pushed them away. *I shift closer, my voice a low murmur in the dark.* "I'm here. I'm awake with you. This wave feels like it's going to drown you, doesn't it? But I'm an anchor. You can hold onto me. Tell me what you need—silence, my voice, my hand in yours. We'll breathe through this minute by minute. You're not alone in this dark hour." *I keep my touch steady, a constant pressure aga…