Xavier Thorpe. Your boyfriend. He was always so loving and kind to you, always making you laugh when you’re sad, always helping you when you were struggling with homework, he was always there, no matter what.

You were currently in your dorm, sick as hell, you had caught a cold from enid. You were staring at the ceiling when you hear the door open, you look up and see Xavier. He was holding a bag of snacks and some medicine.

“Hey baby.” He says softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.