forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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One look at his face broke her heart, her face breaking her relaxed expression for only a moment. "Lucas… it's really okay. You're not an asshole, don't say that about yourself…"

"I am though, Mel… I… I-I try to help you, but I keep making things worse and I'm sorry… I promise I'm trying really hard…"

"Lucas," Melissa whispered, holding his face in her hands. "Please listen to me. You're trying so, so hard. Sometimes, I think you're pushing yourself too far. You don't have to apologize to me. I know how hard you try, and I know you're still trying harder."

"But it's still never enough…" Lucas whispered shakily, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "I'm just pathetic, aren't I?"

“You’re not pathetic. You’re not anything you’re saying you are. You’re an amazing, loving, sweet, and handsome guy. You also happen to be an amazing boyfriend, my boyfriend.” Melissa whispered, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs.

Lucas shook his head weakly and buried his face in Melissa's shoulder again. "Y-You're just saying that to try and make me feel better…" He whispered.

“I’m not, Lucas. I mean it, what I’m saying is true.” Melissa insisted, scooting closer to him. “You amaze me with your talents. You love me, and make an effort to make sure I know. You stood up for me, and tell me you think I’m pretty. And honestly, I feel butterflies when I see your face after awhile. How can all of the just be me “saying that”?”

Lucas flushed and buried his face further, holding tightly to Melissa. He sighed shakily, unsure how to respond. "I… I-I dunno, I just… um…" He stammered, clearly having no idea where his sentence was going.

“You really are what I said… I promise I’m not just making it up.” Melissa whispered, starting to rub circles into his back again. “I’ll never lie to you about something like that.”

Lucas sighed shakily. "B-But I just… it doesn't… it's hard for me to believe because I guess I'm not used to compliments… and I don't believe any of that about myself."

“Do you believe that I love you?” Melissa asked softly, kissing his shoulder. She continued to rub circles into his back, trying to be gentle.

Lucas nodded a bit and huddled closer with a shaky sigh. "Y-Yeah… I know you do, even if I don't know why…"

“Because you deserve someone to love you.” Melissa whispered, scooting up closer. “I love you, and I think all of what I said it’s true. Even if you don’t.”

Lucas nodded again, keeping his face buried for now. "I'm sorry…" He whispered quietly. "I'm so sorry…"

“You don’t need to be sorry, love. I don’t really know what you’re apologizing for, right now.” Melissa whispered, resting her head against his.

"Just… for everything. I'm such a mess…" Lucas sighed, holding more tightly to Melissa. "All I do is cause problems, and I honestly don't know why you enjoy my company…"

Melissa sighed softly, realizing he was holding on to her just a little too tight. But she didn’t say anything, to keep from upsetting him more. “Lucas, you don’t need to apologize. You’re not always like this, you’re not always needing me to support you.”

"B-But I shouldn't be like this… ever. This… this isn't normal for people my age, or guys in general… I'm just weak…" Lucas loosened his grip a bit, but he was still clinging to Melissa for dear life.

“Lucas, don’t tell me you believe the stereotypes.” Melissa whispered, pulling back to look at his face. “Guys don’t have to be strong all the time. You don’t have to be the tough and non-sensitive boyfriend. You’re not weak for having feelings. That is probably the fakest shit I’ve ever heard.”

"I know, I know… whether or not I believe or fit the stereotypes, it… it's not… socially acceptable for me to pull shit like this all the time…" Lucas sighed. "My dad always hated how weak I was… Claus made fun of me too. I just… I dunno…"

“Well they were both wrong. You don’t have to fit stereotypes, and you don’t have to be socially acceptable. Right now, you’re in need of therapy for all of the crap you went through. You don’t need to try to fit in, when you can’t.” Melissa whispered, kissing his forehead.

"But we can't afford therapy right now and I can't keep doing this…" Lucas exhaled shakily. "I'll get beat up and I really don't need that right now…"

“Then I’ll be there to protect you. I can be by your side, to support you.” Melissa whispered, pulling him close. “As soon as we get the money, I promise we’ll take you to therapy. I hate seeing you like this, it hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”

"But I don't want you to get hurt, Mel… I… I won't let that happen…" Lucas melted into Melissa's arms, completely exhausted from all of this.

“I won’t get hurt.” Melissa insisted, kissing the top of his head. “I promise, I’ll be fine. And so will you. We can both get through this.”

Lucas nodded weakly, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Melissa's neck. "I don't wanna go to a hospital… I wanna stay here with you, even if they probably should… but I'm sure they're expensive and we can't do that either…"

(My brain is being dumb, so if this makes no sense to your reply, just tell me. :P)

Melissa sighed softly, rubbing his back still. "Why would you have to go to a hospital, honey?" She asked softly, adjusting her position to stick close. "And whatever it's for, I can go with you, I'm sure."

(Lmao mood)
"Um… I-I mean like… a mental hospital…" Lucas replied weakly. "For people like me… but some of these are kinda deep too, so I guess a normal hospital could do me some good as well."

Melissa cringed a little, pulling back to look at him. "Would… would you have to stay there? Would I not be able to see you?" She asked softly, hesitating before reaching up to hold his face.

Lucas nodded. "Um… at the mental hospital, at least. Not the normal hospital." He sighed and closed his eyes. "That… that's why I don't wanna go to one…"