Just don't leave

It was 2am, late. I was feeling like shit. I don't know what's wrong with me.

I sat in my office, my head against my chair. Half asleep, half awake.

I rubbed my eyes. I looked to the door way as my very grumpy fiancé came over.

Myla's hair was a mess, she looked so tired.

"Why are you awake?" I mumbled lowly.

"Because this light is on, asshole."

I frowned. "Grumpy much."

"Sorry-" She rubbed her eyes. "-Why are you awake in here anyway?"

"Got work to do."

Lie. I just feel like shit. Mentally, which is effecting me physically.

"You have no papers open."

"Hm." I nodded slightly. I was so checked out right now.

"Are you okay?" Myla asked me.

I nodded.

Her eyes soften. "Come on, why don't you come to bed?"

I shook my head. I can't physically move.

Myla walked further into my office, coming over to me.

"Rhys." She rubbed my head slightly.

My body suddenly didn't feel numb anymore. I looked at her, my eyes half closed.

"Come on." She whispered.

My hands clenched, and unclenched, and then suddenly Myla put her hand in mine, squeezing it. "Let's get you to your bed okay?"

I wiggled my toes, seeing if i could move them, i could. So i stood up, towering over her.

Myla held my hand, the whole way to my bedroom, and i went to my bed, laying down. She sat on the edge of my bed.

I looked at her. Why was she doing this?

She rubbed my back slightly. "Try and go to sleep."

I shook my head.

"Why?"

I just hummed quietly, my hand moving to fiddle with her pajama shorts.

"Why don't you try closing your eyes?"

I yawned, closing my eyes.

I was opening my eyes every couple of minutes, to see if she was leaving or not. but she wasn't. She sat beside me on my bed, rubbing my back. I fiddled with her pajama shorts.

Myla stayed just rubbing my back. I fought sleep, but it took over, my body becoming heavy.

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Tonight, we had an event. I had a new baby sitter taking care of Lou. And Myla and i are going this event. I got ready while Myla did also.