#((inb4 'thats not a stall that's his bedroom lel' shut up ik))

[just-a-txch]

open_starter.txt

((oc, self insert and crossover friendly. no tyre//iot or e//ibot.))

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Elliot sat in the stall of the coffee shop bathroom, sobbing his eyes out and trying to keep his cries down as to not draw anymore attention to him.

What the hell was he doing.

Just what in the hell was he doing?

The more he thought about his life - more specifically his mental health and his past, the harder he cried and the more broken he felt.

Elliot choked out a sob and shut his eyes. Why can't he be normal? It's not like crying like a fucking baby was helping; in public nonetheless.

His chest felt tight. His head was pounding. His stomach was in knots. His face was warm and streaked with tears. He was a mess.

((gif credit: laufeysonsrage))