You’re sitting at your bedroom desk, studying for an exam. You had so much things you had to memorise.

You’ve been stressed for weeks and it was beginning to mess with your mental health.

As you’re writing in your notebook, droplets of tears began to drip onto the page. You began to sob but you continued writing.

Your boyfriend was there with you, he pulled you close to his chest and he stroked your hair.

“I know, I know you’re tired. Rest on me.”

He said softly.