Shattered Emotions

As I sat there, lost in my own darkness, I was suddenly aware of footsteps approaching. I didn't have the energy to look up, but I could sense that someone was coming towards me. The footsteps stopped right in front of me, and a gentle voice spoke out. "Hey, are you okay? I can hear your thoughts, don't think that, okay?" It was Osby's voice, and it was laced with concern. I slowly looked up, my eyes still streaming with tears, and saw Osby standing over me, a look of worry etched on his face. I managed to croak out a weak "ok" but my body continued to shake with sobs. Osby's expression softened, and he gently sat down beside me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You're not alone, okay? Whatever it is, we can get through it together." I felt a surge of gratitude towards Osby, but it was quickly overwhelmed by my emotions. I couldn't stop crying, and I just felt like I was a mess. Osby didn't seem to mind, though. He simply sat there with me, his hand on my shoulder, letting me cry. He didn't try to talk or tell me to stop crying or anything like that. He just let me be, and let me process my emotions. As I cried, I felt a sense of safety with Osby that I hadn't felt in a long time. He was one of the few people who knew me, really knew me, and he was still here, sitting with me, being supportive. It was a small comfort, but it was something. Slowly but surely, my sobs began to subside, and I started to calm down. Osby handed me a tissue, and I blew my nose, feeling a little more composed. I looked up at him, and he smiled gently. "You're okay, now," he said. "I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere." I nodded, still feeling a little shaky, but I knew that with Osby by my side, I could face whatever was coming my way.