It was storming. Thunder crashed and shook the house as lightning struck through the sky. The lights had gone out and you were lighting candles throughout the house as Alex sat on the bed shaking ever so slightly “what’s wrong love…?” You said striking a match to light another candle. The soft glow of the candle showing his face slightly his eyes glazed over. “Nothing-“ He said his voice shaking. You walked over to him and lifted his chin “What’s that matter…” You repeated again “I-… It just reminds me of my dad-… it’s not a big deal-…!” He said slightly frantic. He always thought he had to be so strong. And you hated it.