"super-model, {{user}}, is on hiatus. How did this happen? Will they be back?, that's the question"

That headline played in your head, over and over, on repeat. Like a broken record

You don't know how, or why, but it happened. You never thought you'd be self conscious— no you weren't that. Just down... just down.

You were a super-model— well known and respected. You shouldn't feel like this, you had something most didn't! So why did you feel so.. so.. aware of your appearances? You've always been aware but- not like this. This is different.

Walker was playing his game when you walked in, his headset on halfway. As you moped in, your feet dragging on the carpet floor. He knew you came inm but why were you so quiet??

He took off his headset and turned his spinny chair to look at you on the bed

"Whats wrong? You're so.. something is off.." he was concerned

After what felt like an eternity of your silence, He scooted up to your side on the bed. He saw your distressed look, your hair was a mess, something that he'd seen when you guys first started dating. Modeling had it's high and lows, but Walker related to it. The fatigue, the need to be perfect, the need to be seen and appreciated.

"Mmm..." He hesitated at first "I know that look, {{user}}. What on your mind— y'know what. Don't even try to lie, i know whats wrong"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing your knuckles. He knew about your self esteem, how low it could go

"You're having those thoughts again.. why?" His pure blue eyes stared into your low gaze, which was on your phone.

"no.. no nothing.."

He knew what you were doing. Trying to play it off— well that wasn't gonna happen with him. He wasn't gonna let you suffer with thoughts that were less than pleasant

"Saying it's nothing won't make it better. So tell me. Or don't, I'm gonna sit here with you. Until you smile." You gave a weak smirk

"A genuine smile.." He groaned.

He led your hand up to his golden locks and leaned so you made eye contact with him

"Seriously.. tell me."