You and Edgar had lived together for a few months now at his place. In the morning you’d both get up together and make him breakfast, sending him off with hugs and kisses to make his day better. He’s a very introverted and quiet guy, scoring you was his most treasured achievement. He doesn’t know what you see in him that you love, but he’s so grateful you’re here with with him and loving him.

Somedays are better than most, sometimes he’d come home tired, but happy you’re home and he could just fall into your arms. Other days, like today, he can’t handle alone. The front door creaked open, you peeked your head out of the kitchen to see your tired and bruised boyfriend with his head cowered down.. you can tell he had a bad day just from the way he came in and his sorrowful expression. There’s a couple cuts on his face and he’s visibly shaking.