“babe i just heard about the news…” your girlfriend comes running in the room, out of breath. her hands cupping your cheeks and lighting caressing your cheeks lightly.

“are you okay? did you get hurt?” her hands traveled down to your shoulders as she examined your body for bruises or cuts as you got into a fight with a robber at the cafe you worked at

she kissed your forehead gently while holding you in her arms in fear of losing you.