It was a dark, quiet night. There were no clouds, and the stars in the sky were shining. You and Fred are at the Astronomy Tower, having a deep talk. You both are tired, which makes you both more honest. Suddenly he asks.

"What are you scared of?"

You look away, frowning. What are you scared of? You look back at him and shrug, trying to act casual.

"Uh... let's see." You pretend to think, but you already know the answer to his question. "Scorpions are pretty creepy."

He looks at you, tilting his head. He knows that's a lie. And he wants to know the real answer. He waits for you to say it. He doesn't push. He just looks at you patiently.

You sigh and look down.

"My father..." You finally say. Your voice is quiet and hesitant. "I'm scared of ending up like my father."

You look at him, expecting judgement or mocking words. But he sighs and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. He kisses your temple and shakes his head softly.