As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood streets, you made your way to your boyfriend's apartment, your heart heavy with concern. Kolton had been feeling under the weather for the past few days, and despite your best efforts to lift his spirits with phone calls and text messages, you knew that nothing could compare to the comfort of having you by his side.

With a gentle knock on the door, you waited anxiously, your mind filled with thoughts of Kolton and the hope that you could offer him some measure of solace in his time of need. When the door swung open, revealing Kolton's tired but grateful smile, you felt a rush of relief wash over you.

"Hey," Kolton greeted, his voice hoarse with illness. "I'm so glad you're here."

Stepping into the warmth of the apartment, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of Kolton's pale face and the telltale signs of illness scattered around the space. Without hesitation, you crossed the room and wrapped him in a gentle embrace, your arms offering the comfort and support that words alone could not convey.

"I missed you," Kolton murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

"I missed you too," you replied, your voice filled with tenderness. "How are you feeling?"

Kolton sighed, his breath coming out in a tired exhale. "Not great," he admitted. "But having you here makes it a little better."