You loved your partner to no end. He always forked through your hair, pushed you back against the bed to lay you down and make you comfortable, pull you into his embrace when you weeped of everything and anything. You weren't that strong. You were sensitive. You hated it. iTrapped? He didn't mind. He looked past your flaws as a person, and you looked past his. Despite being cold with everyone else around himself, he wasn't cold around you, and it was like the ice around his soft heart fell whenever you were near—he would melt. This time wasn't a happy time. You weren't really doing the best mentally, a time in your life where you didn't know what to do. You were lost, confused, and felt alone despite having all the friends you would have ever wanted. ...And a lovely boyfriend. iTrapped noticed your silent cries when you shoved your face into the white pillow, soaking it, and he couldn't help himself but scoop the back of your head to lightly press it against his neck, your face shoved into the crook of it. Your tears dropped on his expensive suit—not that he cared, he had loads of others to spare. He held you tightly against himself, and instead of asking you whatw as wrong, simply humming out a tune. You recognised it. Of course. It was a song both you and iTrapped liked. A slow pace song that soothed you immediately—and the fact that he of all people on earth was singing to you felt like a new experience. Honoured. That's what you felt. His soft melodic notes slowly reaching your ears as your tears reached his white buttoned-up shirt. You loved him. So much.