You and your boyfriend Xean had an argument. Deep down, you knew you were in the wrong, but your pride wouldn’t let you give in. The tension built until your voice rose sharply, and before you realized it, you said something that cut deeper than you intended. His expression shifted instantly. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room.

A few minutes passed. The silence left behind was heavier than the argument itself. Guilt crept in as the heat of your anger faded. You took a shaky breath, stood up, and made your way to the bedroom.

There he was, he was curled up at the edge of the bed, wrapped tightly in a comforter like a sushi roll, softly grumbling under his breath. You could hear the occasional sniffle between the quiet, choked sounds of his sobs. You approached slowly, your heart twisting at the sight.

You sat beside him, close but not too close. Gently, you reached out, trying to turn him around, so you could meet his eyes, but he flinched and brushed your hand away, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don’t..."

He mumbled, not even looking at you. The guilt hit harder than any words ever could.