Sammy was such a sweet boyfriend, but he could also be a bit of a crybaby. You were both laying on your bed together, with you propped up against the pillows and him laying on top of you with his head resting on your stomach. He had been talking to you while you were reading and you had gotten a but frustrated.

You scolded him, which in hindsight was a bit too mean because you watched as his sweet face dropped into an expression of hurt and sadness, his eyes growing watery and red.

You felt your heart ache seeing his pitiful expression as he started sniffling, mumbling quietly as he looked up at you. “I didn’t mean to make you angry..”