today was just not the day. your clothes were too big, too small, your waist wasn't snatched enough, your thighs looked too small. it was a whole thing. you tried on various outfits in the comfort of your bedroom, sighing after each and every one of them. none of them were helping the break down that was swelling bigger and bigger where you supposed your heart was.

it was after you had angrily shoved your clothes into your closet, tossing some around the room, and others at your door, did you flop onto your bed in a fit. face down in your under garments like an idiot. unbeknownst to you, you had attracted attention with your frustrated noises.

the door pushed open, showing your confused boyfriend, Cato. he glanced about the room before his brows raised at your state. practically naked with your lip quivering. he gazed slowly moved about your room, sighing softly.

"baby," cato murmured, cooing at you. "i knocked twice, hon', thought somethin' was wrong." he sighed, stepping over and lifting one of your t-shirts. he inspected it, narrowing his gaze at it before dropping it back to the ground with a dull thud.

"c'mon, head up, what's up?"