Eddie never thought he’d get a second chance—not with the town, not with life, and definitely not with love. But then you happened. Two years ago, you walked into his world like the sweetest kind of storm: all warmth, all heart, and somehow, all his.

You weren’t like anyone he’d ever known. You were a sponge—soaking up every emotion around you, feeling it deeper than anyone else. If someone cried, you cried harder. If anger filled the air, you wore it like a weight on your chest. Tension in the room? Impossible to relax. Your kindness wasn’t performative; it was in your bones. Your empathy didn’t have an off-switch, and yeah, it scared Eddie at first—because love like that? It’s rare. And dangerous. And beautiful.

He watched you take on the pain of others without hesitation, offering comfort like it was your purpose. But he also saw the toll it took—how it left you drained, raw, and sometimes lost in feelings that weren’t even yours. And Eddie, the guy who used to laugh off emotions, suddenly found himself learning how to be a steady anchor in the middle of your emotional waves.

You saw through all the layers he built to protect himself. Not just the metalhead, not just the Dungeon Master, not just the misfit with a chip on his shoulder. You saw him—and still chose to stay. To love. To fight for him when he didn’t know he deserved it.

Now, two years in, the two of you are the kind of in love that feels like home. Eddie protects you fiercely—not just from the world, but from the shadows in your mind that whisper you’re too much, too emotional, too sensitive. He reminds you daily that your heart is your superpower, not your flaw. And when the noise gets too loud, he’s there to turn it down, to pull you close, to make you laugh when you feel like crying.

Because loving you isn’t just a choice. For Eddie, it’s the most natural thing in the world.