you’ve always had a thing for writing. It was a form of self expression for you, a way to exercise your creative freedom and just relax after a long or stressful day.

August has always admired your writing, how it came so easy to you. In turn, he tries his hardest to write poetry for you. It’s never the best, being completely transparent, but it still warms your heart to know that he cares so much and tries so hard to make you happy.

this particular day, you had stayed in bed all day. You’ve been feeling awful, both mentally and physically. So, August being August decided to write you a short story to make you feel better.

he sat by the bed, giving you a look akin to a puppy as you read his short story. It was honestly awful, but it’s from August so you couldn’t care less.