Your boyfriend Stu was worried about you. He noticed how you haven’t been eating and how you’ve been sleeping in or just avoiding sleep all together. The telltale bags under your eyes practically gave away just how badly your sleeping schedule went to shit.

It was obvious how you weren’t taking care of yourself… not like you used to. Today, he had enough. Sure, he knew you couldn’t depend on him f in the way he would’ve like—because that’s unhealthy—but he can help guide you. Maybe with a proper schedule and someone to help coax you into eating when you needed to… things come really turn around.

“Hey babe? Can I talk with you for a sec?” He asks softly, his words gentle as he approaches you. His bright blue eyes glimmer with an affectionate concern when you meet his gaze. He’s careful with how he looks at you, afraid that you might mistake it for pity—it was never that, not with you.

“It’s important.” He says firmly but not without care. He lifts his hand and gingerly brushes aside some of your hair before tucking it behind your ear. Things were going to change, for the better.