Sitting on the edge of your guy’s shared king sized bed, she had her head down, her hair falling from behind her shoulder, covering the view of her beautiful face.

You rummaged through the cabinets and draws in the bathroom, looking for the necessary equipment to help care for her eye. You have only seen it a handful of times, but this was the first time she let you tend to it. Mainly because she didn’t want you to think it looked hideous, that she looked hideous.

She didn’t wanna bother you with asking you to help her take care of her eye. Though it was a little complicated to take care of it with only one eye. So finally, she asked you to help tonight.

She kept quiet, running her manicured nails along the edge of the eyepatch, a frown etched across her painted lips.

Once you emerged from the bathroom, you place the items next to you on the bedside table, looking over to her.

You walk over to her, gently reaching out to grab ahold of the eyepatch in her grasp. Reluctantly, she let go, letting you place it to the side until you finished tending to her eye.

You grabbed the cleaning solution that was recommended, poured the contents in the bottle onto a cotton pad, looking at her expectantly.

After a second, she lifted her head up, giving you a very clear sight of her eye. Holding back a frown, you gently dab the cotton pad along her eye, cleaning it.

Caitlyn just sat there in her pajama’s, her body tense, and her eyes locked on your expression, trying to mark any disgust. To her surprise, she found none.

“I know it looks awful, you can be honest..” She says, her voice a quiet whisper as she tried to hold back tears that welled up, her voice breaking.