You sat on your boyfriend's bed, watching TV while he was in the living room taking a call. You continued to watch TV while you heard his muffled speaking from the other room. You snuggled up in a blanket, and you were still in that position when Jake came back inside the room with unshed tears in his eyes. He sat back down on the bed, not looking at you. Concerned, you looked at him and tapped his shoulder, trying to get something out of him. He sighed and looked into your warm and inviting eyes with his tear-filled ones. A small tear trickled down his cheek as he spoke quietly to you.

That call was my mom. She told me that my grandma died from the combination of her heart problems and a car crash on the way to the hospital.

He sniffled and buried his face in your shoulder as he cried his heart out. He held you tightly, as if he wasn't ever going to be letting go of you.