I Need You To Fix Me (A Sebastian Stan Story) Book 2

Peris (Part One)

A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics used. I do own my OC and plotline.

WARNING: Please expect slow updates as I am in hospital again. Apologies.

Dedicated to persephonestarr

Persephone and Chris are arriving in the morning, they called me late in the evening to confirm that the meet up is still going ahead. Of course it is, I assured them. I know that Sebastian is really looking forward to seeing Chris again. They are so close as friends, I know that it has been hard for them being separated for so long. well, tomorrow is going to be a wonderful reunion. I am nervous to meet Persephone but from what Sebastian says, she is really friendly and has a welcoming personality, which should compliment my awkward personality. 

We're lying in bed, side by side, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars I placed on the ceiling months ago. I find it strange to believe that when I put them up, I was only worrying about Sebastian relapsing. I am so glad that he hasn't relapsed again but it makes my sad to think that he is suffering more now than he was then. 

Thinking these thoughts makes my chest constrict. My breathing becomes laboured as tears rush to my eyes. I try to push them away but all I can picture is Sebastian lying in that hospital bed, Sebastian's hair falling out and Sebastian crying. I imagine these things over and over again.

I analyse the body lying before me. My gaze drifts over his soft brown hair that is mated with dried blood. The perfect, chiselled face that is mottled with bruises and the beautiful body is marred with scars and cuts.

I hear a small sob escape his lips, which instantly breaks my heart. How can I comfort someone who doesn't want to be comforted?

I analyse the body lying before me. My gaze drifts over his soft brown hair that is mated with dried blood. The perfect, chiselled face that is mottled with bruises and the beautiful body is marred with scars and cuts.

He holds me so gently, as if I am going to break but he is the fragile one who needs my support. I cling to him as if he is the most precious thing to me in the world, which he is. I whisper words to him with such urgency, I don't even know if they're comprehendable.

I hear a small sob escape his lips, which instantly breaks my heart. How can I comfort someone who doesn't want to be comforted?

That's when it opens and he's standing there, dripping wet, a towel hung low around his hips and clumps of his hair in his hands. I want to be sick, he's losing his hair. We always knew that this would happen but just not so soon. I take a step towards him but he steps away, shaking his head. "Don't, it's awful...I look hideous."

I analyse the body lying before me. My gaze drifts over his soft brown hair that is mated with dried blood. The perfect, chiselled face that is mottled with bruises and the beautiful body is marred with scars and cuts.

He holds me so gently, as if I am going to break but he is the fragile one who needs my support. I cling to him as if he is the most precious thing to me in the world, which he is. I whisper words to him with such urgency, I don't even know if they're comprehendable.

I hear a small sob escape his lips, which instantly breaks my heart. How can I comfort someone who doesn't want to be comforted?

That's when it opens and he's standing there, dripping wet, a towel hung low around his hips and clumps of his hair in his hands. I want to be sick, he's losing his hair. We always knew that this would happen but just not so soon. I take a step towards him but he steps away, shaking his head. "Don't, it's awful...I look hideous."