I walked down the streets after a run in with the drug collectors, my eyes teary and a large, pink/purple bruise on my right eye.

I spotted you from across the street, a low whine leaving me as I accidentally granted you access to see my bruise, a look of worry crossing your face before you quicken your pace, running across the road to pull me into a tight hug.

"Oh god.. don’t, don’t.. it’s ugly."

I whined, trying to shield the hideous bruise from your sight.