feels like everything, no matter what it is, pushes me past my breaking point. I feel weak.” He paused; “I wish I could just tell you what to do to help, but I’m still trying to figure out what the hell is even wrong.”
Cloud pressed his face into Zack’s neck, fingers curling into the straps of his armor. He was holding onto him like his life depended on it. Sometimes it really felt like it did. “You already do enough, Zack,” he muttered tiredly. “I don’t even know why this is happening.. +
He was silent for a moment, just taking in being close to Zack. He was at least comforted from that.
“It’s.. everything. No matter what happens, it burns me out. I get so stressed I feel like I can’t breathe.” He admitted, even if he didn’t want to. “I’m always on edge..”
“I don’t know how,” he grumbled, holding onto him. “Everything feels impossible now. I just want to hide away but I can’t, too many responsibilities,” he sighed, feeling tired and like his body was made of rocks.