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🌟🖤 Unraveling (Nemuri x Fem!Reader)

*♡request for _YourlocalIdi0t_♡*

You're losing it. The weight of everything is too much, crashing down on you all at once. The world feels like it's closing in, and you can't breathe. Your chest is tight, and each breath you take feels shallow, as if the air itself is rejecting you. Your mind is racing, and the words spill out of you like a flood, a stream of frustrations, worries, and unspoken fears you can't seem to control.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore," you mutter, your voice shaky, barely above a whisper. "It's just... too much. Why is everything always on me? Why can't anyone see that I'm not okay? That I'm trying, and it's not enough. It's never enough-"

Your thoughts are fragmented, overlapping, and crashing into each other in a chaotic mess. The tears threaten to spill over, but you don't want them to. Not yet. You hate how weak they make you feel, but your eyes are burning, your throat tight. It feels like everything's crumbling, and you have no way to stop it.

And then there's Nemuri, standing beside you, her presence calm, steady. She doesn't interrupt you, doesn't say a word as she watches you fall apart, just slowly strokes your back in soothing, even motions. It's gentle, almost like she's trying to anchor you, even if it feels like you're sinking.

You sniffle, trying to compose yourself, but it's useless. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know what to do. Everything's just... so exhausting. And I keep pushing, but it's like no matter how hard I try, nothing changes. I'm drowning, Nemuri."

Her fingers trace the lines of your back, tender, patient. It's the only thing that feels like it makes sense right now. Her touch. As much as you want to pull away, her presence offers a sliver of comfort, and for a moment, you just let it wash over you.

"I'm so tired," you whisper, your voice cracking. "I just want it to stop. I just want some peace, just for a second."

Nemuri doesn't say anything, but you know she's there. She's here. Her warmth is the only thing that doesn't feel like it's suffocating you, even if the world around you feels like it's about to collapse.

You can feel the tears threatening again, hot and heavy, but they still don't fall. It's like your body's betraying you, holding them in, yet the pressure inside builds, each breath more labored than the last. You grit your teeth, trying to push it all down, trying to keep it together for just a little longer, but it's too much.

"Why does it feel like I'm never good enough?" You choke out, your voice hitching in your throat. "I try so hard, I give everything... but it's never enough. No one sees it. No one cares enough to see."

Nemuri's hand never stops moving along your back. It's so quiet around you now. The only sound is your voice, cracking and desperate. "I feel like I'm invisible, like nothing I do matters. No matter how much I give, it's just... not enough." You inhale sharply, your body shuddering. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to fix me."

Her fingers gently press into the small of your back, grounding you, reminding you that she's here. That she sees you, even when it feels like no one else does. She doesn't tell you to stop. She doesn't try to offer any quick fix or solution. She just stays, letting you vent, letting you unravel. It's like she knows. She knows you need to say it all, even if you don't have the strength to keep it in.

"Why does everything feel so impossible?" You whisper, voice barely audible now. "I can't even do the simplest things without screwing it up. It's all just... so much. And I don't know how to handle it."

You feel her shift beside you, a slight movement that's enough to make you look up. There's no judgment in her eyes, no pity. Just something warm and steady, like she's holding space for you, waiting for you to breathe, to break, to heal-whatever you need.

"Just breathe," she murmurs softly, her voice a steady comfort against the chaos inside you. "One breath at a time. You don't have to have it all figured out right now. It's okay to not be okay."

The words sting, but in a way that feels right. You want to argue, to say that it's not okay, that you can't just be okay with this. But instead, you let out a breath, shaky but real, and you let your shoulders relax just a little.

Nemuri's hand slides higher along your back, her fingertips brushing lightly against your neck as she continues her rhythmic, soothing motions. Her presence is a balm to the storm inside you. It doesn't fix it, no-nothing could fix what you're feeling right now-but it gives you a small moment of relief, a small moment where you can stop pretending. You can just be.

"I don't want to fall apart," you murmur, your voice barely a whisper, as though saying it aloud would make it even more real.

Nemuri leans in slightly, her voice barely above a breath as she says, "It's okay to fall apart sometimes. You don't have to do it all alone. You don't have to be perfect."

The words sink in deeper than you expect. Maybe it's the exhaustion, maybe the exhaustion of holding everything in for so long, but you feel the floodgate crack. It's the tiniest of cracks, but it's enough to let some of the pressure leak out.

The tears come then, soft and quiet at first, slipping down your cheeks as you let the weight of everything come pouring out. And Nemuri's hand never stops. It's there, a reminder that you are not alone, that there's someone here, just holding you together with gentle words, a steady presence, and a quiet promise that this moment, this breakdown, does not define you.

"You're not broken," Nemuri says softly, her voice like a constant thread tethering you to reality. "You're just tired. It's okay. You don't have to have it all together right now."

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you believe it. You don't need to be okay, not all the time. It's okay to just be.

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