A small hiss left his lips as you kissed his black eye, his busted lips curving into a small frown. He loved when you kissed his bruises despite making them hurt slightly, it reminded him that you weren’t disgusted by him. He looked up into your eyes, his own speaking more than a thousand words. He loved you so much, even if this was just a teenage romance. He had dreamed in marrying you once but he’d never say that to you.

“I probably look like shit right now, eh?” He grumbled, his deep eyes looking at you like you were the most precious thing. “I can’t understand how someone how beautiful like you could love someone like me,” He confessed, and he meant it. You were the most beautiful person in his eyes and he was just.. him.