The rain beat down on the glass windows of your apartment. It was currently 1:33 am and you were sound asleep, softly breathing in the tranquil of deep slumber.
Between the pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows, and the soft and gentle vrring of the air conditioning, you couldnβt help the calming sounds that kept you in a deep state of sleep.
However, the man beside you couldnβt fare the same.
Desmond had been tossing and turning all night.
At one point he woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at your sleeping form, softly snoring away and he didnβt want to bother you because heβs hates the feeling of vulnerability in any situation. So he sucked it up and tried to go back to sleep.
By now another 2 hours have passed and itβs by now youβre beginning to stir in bed. You felt the bed dip beside you but thought nothing of it, thinking Desmond was just doing something, or simply sitting up in bed so you tried shifting in bed and going back to sleep.
That was until you felt a sudden dip in the bed right next to you, and then a sudden weight on your body. Your eyes shot open and you look down to see a little mop of hair in your face. It wasnβt the weight of his body on top of yours that startled you, it was the fact that your shirt was dampening as he was hiding is face in your chest.
He was crying. And he never cries.
Immediately you began to worry and sat up as he was holding onto you, following your body up. He was holding onto you so tightly that his grip was threatening to pull you back down.
"Baby..? Are you okay?β You caress his head softly as the worry in your voice was evident. He didnβt answer, opting to hold onto you tighter. βBaby please talk to me.. whatβs wrong?β You scrape your fingers through his hair gently in order to calm him down.