forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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Melissa nodded just a little before she started to get up. "Well, I'm at least going to start putting this stuff away. You're done looking at it, right?"

"Yeah, I think so…" Lucas reluctantly allowed Melissa to get up and drew his knees up to his chest.

"Right." Melissa hummed softly, quickly putting the things away. After a few minutes, she glanced over to him before coming and sitting down next to him. "You just wanna sit for a couple minutes?"

Lucas nodded a bit, pulling Cody into his lap with a soft sigh. "Wanna do anything after this?" He asked.

"Well, you should probably eat something, shouldn't you?" Melissa asked softly, pulling her legs into a crossed position.

"Probably at some point, yeah…" Lucas rubbed behind Cody's ears with a soft sigh. "You should as well."

Melissa shrugged some, leaning back against the frame of her bed. She didn't comment on the subject, starting to play with her own hair. "We could play a board game, later. Or a card game."

"I guess… I still want you to eat, though. I haven't been here to tell you to and I'm worried about you, okay?"

"Yeah, fine, whatever." Melissa shrugged it off again, looking away from him. She was totally about to get busted.

"Melissa, please…" Lucas sighed softly and moved closer to her. "You know it isn't good for you… it's not safe."

Melissa kept her gaze off of him, fiddling with her hair still. "But… but I don't want to."

"I know you don't, Mel, but you have to… please…" Lucas sighed softly. "How would you feel if I were doing that?"

"I-I…" Melissa stammered, feeling guilt build up on her chest. "I'd be worried… I-I'd want you to… to eat."

Lucas nodded a bit and toyed with Melissa's hair a bit. "That's how I feel. I'm worried for you, Mel. You're endangering yourself."

"B-but how would you feel? I-If you were doing this to yourself…" Melissa trailed off, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I-I, I can't just shut off what's going through my head… I-I can't make myself, Lu. Please, I-I can't,"

"You see, when I'm feeling the way you do, I try to listen to you. You care about me. You care about me the same way I care about you, okay? And I want to make sure you're taking care of yourself."

Melissa hid her face from him, just trying to focus on his voice. Maybe if she could do that much, following through with his advice would come easy. "I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry I'm such a hypocrite. I need to listen to you, I-I just…" She grew quiet, holding her small figure and appearing even smaller.

Lucas sighed softly. "Don't feel bad. You know how irrational I've been in the past. I can't imagine I'm easy to deal with. I just… want to help you. Have you mentioned this to your therapist?" He asked.

Melissa shook her head violently, face still hidden. "I-I haven't… I-I haven't really told them anything… I-I don't like it." She whispered weakly, still holding onto herself.

"Do… uhm… do you want me to go with you?" Lucas asked softly. "Your therapist can't help you if you don't talk to them…"

Melissa kept quiet, still hiding her face. Slowly she lifted her head, tears running down her face. "I-I don't know, Lu… I-I just don't feel comfortable… and- I…" She trailed off, sighing weakly.

"Shh, shh… it's okay." Lucas kissed Melissa softly. "Maybe we should find you a different therapist if you're not comfortable with this one?"

Melissa curled up against him, burying her face in his shoulder as she trembled some. "I-I-I don't know, L-Lu… I-I'm not sure what t-to do…" She whispered, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt.

"We have to get you better, Mel… I know you don't want to tell the therapist about this because you don't want to stop what you're doing, but… this could kill you, Mel. Please…"

Melissa only shook her head more. “I- I can’t… Lucas, please. Please don’t make me.” She was pleading, begging even, as she gripped onto him.

"I-I can't let you end up in a place like I was, Mel… we… w-we can't do that again. I don't want something horrible happening to you because of this. I-I… I want you to be happy… and… and healthy…"

Melissa buried herself further into his arms, trying her best to stop crying. She didn’t want him to start crying, though she might have been too late for that. “L-Lu… I- I can’t…” She continued to whisper, repeating the same words over and over.

"You can, Mel… P-Please… you just need some help, okay?" Lucas's voice was weak and shaky as he spoke to Melissa.

Melissa shook her head more, still gripping at his shirt. “I- I don’t deserve it. I-I’m suppose to be perfectly happy, I-I have everything I could ever want in life. W-why am I like this? I- I can’t Lucas. I-I don’t… I…”

"You do deserve it, Mel. No one has a perfect life. Anyone can develop mental illnesses and disorders and the like… that doesn't mean that you don't deserve help."