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Camembert Cookie hadn’t seen Butter Pretzel come out of their garage for days on end. It really hurt her to see her girlfriend like that. She was really hard working, too hard working— to the point where Camembert realized she had been lying about eating, just so she could continue working on commissions. She knew there was something up. There were never any plates in the dishwasher that Camembert hadn’t eaten from.
Camembert felt awful.
She opened the garage door to see her passed out on the floor with a half finished painting. Camembert was a bit scared for her. How could she not have known?… Camembert was willing to take the full blame for her poor mental health.
“I’m not a good enough girlfriend for you, I’m sorry…”
She leaned over Butter Pretzel, even in her sleep she looked miserable. Camembert wanted to cry for her. She gently lifted her up and carried her to their shared room. Butter Pretzel woke up slightly, groaning.
“It’s alright… You’ll be ok…” She ran her hands behind her back. Butter Pretzel began to sob.
Camembert tucked her into bed and sat down next to her. Butter pretzel continued to sob. Camembert laid next to her, wrapping her arms around her. She hugged back, clinging to her tightly.
“It’ll be okay, you’re okay…”
She tried soothing her, and honestly it worked. She managed to calm down enough to speak. Camembert kissed her cheek, holding her hand and rubbing it gently. “You’ve neglected yourself for too long…” Camembert mumbled.
“I-I… I didn’t— m-mean to..” She sniffled.
“I know you didn’t, but you could have told me. I’m always here for you, yeah?”
Camembert felt Butter Pretzel Rest her head on her chest. She caressed her.
“Ma cherie, please tell me what’s wrong.” Camembert looked down at her miserable face. Butter pretzel stumbled and stuttered on her words, but managed to get something out.
“T-too much… Work.. So m-much to paint…”
“You haven’t eaten anything in a few days.”
“I- I know…”
“Do you want me to make you something?”
“Please. I’m starving.”
She nodded and got up to make a quick lunch for her. Camembert didn’t want to leave her alone, because she was afraid she’d harm herself again. She tried to be as quick as she possibly could.
Butter pretzel laid on the bed. Her entire body hurt. She had an awful headache and her hands were completely worn out from holding brushes and stroking paint for days on end. She just sat and stared up at the ceiling. It was an awful habit she had, even before she met Cammy.
Camembert practically kicked down the door just to see if she was alright. She carried a cheeseboard with some other snacks on it, just for her girlfriend. She set it down on the bed so she could pick at it as much as she could.
“Please try and eat. You’ll feel way better with a fuller stomach… and Tylenol.”
She set a pill bottle down along with some water. Butter pretzel began to pick at it, eating every now and then.
“I… I can’t… paint… anymore. I’m too burnt out. I just can’t paint.”
“You don’t have to.”
“People have been waiting on commissions for months on end. I cant just sit here and do nothing!—“
“You aren’t doing ‘nothing,’ you’re taking Time for yourself. Taking care of yourself. You aren’t just a lifeless cookie who’s just powered to make paintings for people. You’re allowed to have a life too.”
Butter pretzel… broke. She just broke. It made her sob, it made her groan in frustration for herself, it made her angry, it made her hate everything. She clutched Camembert’s hand, seeking comfort from her loving girlfriend. Camembert laid next to her once more, soothing her pain by showing her love.
“My dear, you don’t know how much I love you, truly. I care about you a lot. I’m always worried for you. Habits won’t go away overnight, but we can work on it. Together.”
“Together?…”
“Always.”