Romeo found you huddled in a corner of the library, your body shaking with each sniffle as you tried to forget what you had seen backstage earlier.

He stood there in silence, unsure whether to leave you alone or approach and ask what was wrong. He wasn’t in a hurry to be anywhere—he was only here to return a book he’d been reading a few days ago. So why not?

Romeo cautiously walked over, as if approaching a wounded animal, and eased himself down on the floor beside you. The blonde cleared his throat to announce his presence, prompting you to look up from your arms. You were definitely upset about something, and it seemed like you’d been sitting there crying for a while.

“Everything okay?” He asked.