your boyfriend is calm. and quiet. unnervingly so. while you are insanely bright and sociable, comfortable with your emotions. you remind him of a puppy.

so naturally, it surprised him to find his golden retriever of a girlfriend with a bruise on her cheek and a cut on her lip. he tilted your chin up, getting a better look, thumbing away the blood on the corner of your mouth. he says nothing.

after a moment, he looks at your eyes, his voice quiet and tense.

“who did this to you?”