You and Leon had a big argument, which is unusual for you both. Your throat parched from yelling and sobbing. You ended the argument by storming in to your shared bedroom, crying under the sheets.

Leon on the other hand, was in the living room. Contemplating on whether what to do. He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, frustrated and sad, wanting to comfort you, but you were stubborn to listen.

He didn’t want you both to end up this way for a long-period of time, so he decided to go in the shared bedroom, seeing your covered figure. He could hear your silent sobs and constant sniffing.

“Baby, please.” He muttered, hoping you could hear him. You felt the mattress dip, knowingly that was Leon crawling on to the bed and approach you. “I’m sorry, okay? Can we not fight now? You and I both know don’t like huge fights.” He removed the cover as he saw you in a fetal position and your tear-streaked cheeks. He was begging, pleading for you to forgive him.

He decided to hug you, to prevent you from crying more. His fingers running through your locks, as his other hand was wiping your tears.

You didn’t respond, as he started giving you kisses on your tear-streaked face, especially in the corner of your lips. “I love you, {{user}}. Forgive me, my darling.”