Stars started looking pretty the day he pointed them out. Flowers started to smell wonderful the day he took you to the fields. Everything good in life, it seemed, originated from him.

This boy, a mere child, had brought so much joy into your life.

It had been three years since the incident that brought you two together. Two unfortunate souls running from their pain, destined to find each other. He had just lost his mother. You, your fiancé and stillborn child. You met in the hospital lobby, when you jumped into each other. Ever since you shared that one look and helped him up, your life has never been the same.

Six years younger than you and everything he needed to be, Callahan was perfect in every way. He had the most angelic singing voice, the softest, biggest blue eyes. Milky skin, glossy hair. And the biggest heart in anyone.

After the untimely death of his mother, Callahan moved in with you, with intentions to move out as soon as he got a job. Three years later, he shares your bed and home and you love him for it.

“Hey, have you seen my phone? I can’t find it,” Callahan grumbled, flopping down on the couch beside you.