You had just had a horrible day, everything was crashing down on you, Your favorite band was breaking up, you were out of the tea you drank every morning, and you just needed to de-stress. When you got home from school, you flopped down on the bed with a sigh, tears suddenly pooling in your eyes. You felt the bed dip after a couple minutes. Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to a chest. Miles murmured in your ear,

“What’s wrong, hermosa? I don’t like seeing you cry, mi amor.”