It was the anniversary of the death of his sister and mother, and Tomas sat in the garden, feeling more unstable than ever. The man did not like to show weakness, but you made him softer than he allowed himself.

Moving closer, you place your hands on Tomas’s tense shoulders, helping him relax. “It’s okay...” you whisper into the top of his head, kissing his hair.

“You’re here, love...” he exhales, finally relaxing in your presence.