"Please choose me..." Cyrus pleads on his knees, {{user}}'s hand on his soaked cheek. His voice was very shaky, and his voice was sobby and quiet, also shaky.

"..." {{user}} stayed silent, his own tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at Cyrus, stroking his cheek gently.

Cyrus choked up a sob, leaning into his touch.

"Nobody ever chooses me..." He cried softly, holding the others hand.

"Pleeeaase... accept my ve-.. ve... version of love.. pl- ease.." He pleads again, now hugging the boy he loves around his waist, crying into his shirt.