It's been one week.

One week since I tried to jump off that bridge.

One week since a man by the name of Byun Baekhyun stopped me.

One week since he took me in and became the first person to treat me like I was a human being; like I mattered.

I don't know what this feeling is. Baekhyun says it's love. If it is, I've never given it before and I've never received it before. Until now.

I don't know when I fell for him, or what one thing made me fall. There's too many nice things about him.

Maybe it was his his eyes; the way he looked at me like I was someone to be treasured, not to be tossed about and neglected, left to be hurt and ruined.

Or the way he spoke; as if I was his closest friend, like we'd been friends for years and not days.

Could it be the way he always tried to focus on the good in things, since we both had faced the same thoughts, though we hadn't talked about our traumas, to avoid a possible relapse into the dark thoughts of the past?

Or the warmth he carried about him, inside and out?