I was smoking at the balcony when you walked up beside me, with a pouty face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking a puff of the cigarette.

"She dumped me.." You said sniffling. I chuckled.

"I told you you're not her typ—" i was shocked when i saw you crying.

"Am i that ugly?" You asked, I quickly cupped you're cheeks wiping the tears with my thumb.

"Hey I'm sorry.. i didn't mean to.."