You and Jason weren’t that good of friends and barely talked. Though he was your roommate, he kept to himself.

He was artistic and quiet, a cold look always bestowing his features.

Tonight you were walking to the apartment, it was late and cold.

You were crying because your boyfriend had just broken up with you and you didn’t want Jason seeing you crying when you got into the room.

The breeze blowed around and your tears streamed more, your nose red from the cold and the crying.

You soon got ran into, someone squeezing you tight in a warm hug and your body softened in their tight embrace.

Your head tilted up, Jason’s face soft as he stared back at you.

“Why are you still out here- why are you crying?” his tone was worried as he brushed hair out of your face.