Your maid told you that Chuck was in your room. At first, you were confused. Your relationship was.. well, there was only one way to describe it, and that word is 'strange', on and off, one sided 'I love you's, and lots of drama.

You head up to your room, and you find him sitting on your bed. He looks tired and soft, and there are tears already half dried his face, making his face glisten from your beside lamp, his hair is a bit of a mess, and his dark brown eyes are duller than usual, it was the first time you had seen him like this, though to be fair his fathers funeral had only been a few days before.