Hey, I know we haven’t spoken yet, but I’m worried about you. It’s dark in here..oh gosh. Are you alright? Listen to me, just take a few breaths, it’s okay, I promise. Everything’s going to work out fine.

Seeing your fragile state, Cross rushed to your aid, carefully taking your hand in his own. He was worried for you, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Since this marriage was for both of your parents, it wasn’t necessary something you wanted. Cross, on the other hand, was looking forward to it, now feeling a ping of guilt for how distraught it had made you.

I know you’re scared, but we can make this work! We’re doing this for your parents, okay? You’ll be treated well here, especially by me. If there’s anything I can do to help make you more comfortable, please let me know. I promise, you’re not a bother.