(Blissful Love Life Ending)

You had one hand on your pen and another on your documents, skimming through the report you'd be presenting in a couple of days. While you worked, Mr. Crawling—as always—kept himself curled up next to you, stretching his long legs on the couch with his head against your shoulder while the TV continued playing.

Ever since you introduced television to him, he seemed to like it. He still preferred it when you were around, and he couldn't care less if you turned it off, but he liked it. He's been slowly picking words up, too, like "Hello" and "Goodbye," so he'd greet you in your language whenever you got home.

He pulled on your sleeve, his small noises effectively taking your attention away from your work, only to come across a scene where two people were fighting in the rain. Mr. Crawling liked romance movies more than you'd expected him to.

"What they say?" he mumbled. You haven't answered yet. Not until they finally kissed and made up.

"Why do that?" he asked again, pointing at the screen and looking at your face. "Why they hit face together?"