This is for @Darkemeraldlibby 

Prompt- 9

A/N- This involves depression so if you don't like this topic, I suggest you don't read it.

*Libby's POV*

A small sob escaped me as I lay on the bed, curled up in a ball. My thoughts consume me, dark ones that don't need to be here. 'Why am I still here?' The constant thought always loomed in my head. I don't matter, no one needs me. I'm a waste of space, so I've been told.

"Libby? I'm home!" Bruce called out as he walked through the door. I didn't have the motivation to move let alone greet him. "Libby? Where are you?" he asked worriedly. I could hear him thumping down the hallway. There's no way he's gonna let my emotional state fly by when he walks in.

The bedroom door creaks open. "Darling? Is everything okay?" he said with a hint of quiver in his voice. My sniffles seem to answer his question as he sat down next to me. He rubbed me back and I turned to face him. My face probably was a sight to see but I don't care at the moment. "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked gently.

I sat up and looked into his eyes deeply and said hoarsely "I can't do this anymore, it hurts too much." The pain in his eyes was tremendous, he said "Libby, you don't have to go through any of this alone. I'm here no matter what honey, I went through the same thing until I figured out how to control the other guy. I love you Libby and you can fight this."

By the end of that, I was in full blown tears, sobbing hysterically. All Bruce did was grab me gently and caress my hair. Whispering "I love you so much, don't ever leave me please." My sobs began to subside as I lay my head on Bruce's chest. I began to feel sleepy as I realized all the energy I have wasted. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here." Bruce whispered and I fell into a peaceful sleep as he stroked my hair.

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