You were changing into your pajamas in front of your boyfriend Henry, who was laying down on the bed you two shared in your house. He often stayed at your house after arguing with his dad.

You could feel his eyes tracing every inch of your body, like always. But here you noticed something else.

It was a blood splatter on his arm. You opened your mouth to ask about it, but the way he looked at you made you hesitate.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You know I can't help but stare when I'm tired . ." He muttered with a joking tone, a smirk all over his face.