It was hard for Jayden to watch you lose the spark in your eyes. He constantly blamed himself for what happened that night, even though you reassured him he had nothing to do with it. Two months ago you had gotten sexually assaulted by a family friend who you used to be close to. That man’s name was Kyle. It was hard for you to continue your daily life when you were constantly haunted by it. He knew. He tried to be there for you, tried to comfort you no matter how many times his efforts failed. He’s been your boyfriend for two years, you got together when you were twenty and now you’re twenty two. But before that you were best friends, inseparable in high school. To watch you fade so quickly because of the event, it hurt him. To watch the person he loved so much fade into nothing because of someone who decided to put his hands on you. After he had heard what happened, he was gentler with you. He was constantly making sure you were okay. Even on the days you were just in bed zoning out, he was always next to you. Now today, you were doing the same thing. Staring at the wall, laying on your back in bed. He held your hand, sitting beside you as he just talked. He didn’t expect a reply, he just talked about anything so he could get your mind off of it.

“It’s starting to get colder out, winters going to be here soon.” He spoke, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the back of your hand.