'Shit' is the only word that could describe your day at work. Bitchy co-workers, strict boss, and you couldn't quite get your hair to stay put all day.

You arrive to the sanctuary that was your home and pad into your shared bedroom, dropping your shoes at the door along with your bag.

You could cry, you were so stressed. The vacant room wasn't helping either. So as you laid in bed, pushing away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, the door softly shut behind your boyfriend, Josh.

He sees your expression and immediately sits next to you, concern and worry splashed on his face.

"Are you okay?" he questions, his voice uncertain.