You're boyfriend, Milo, was quiet and reserved. He would mumble a lot of the words he would say and loved to read. He never left the house. You two lived in an apartment near the school you guys go to, since your home lives weren't good.

You were putting on your shoes, getting ready to head out somewhere.

Milo looked up from the couch, he sat with one leg bent up and his head rested on that knee has he held a book in his hands.

"Love..? Why are you leaving so late?" He had asked you.