nick is your boyfriend. he’s a man of many emotions, except for one. melancholia. he will not cry in front of anyone. not even his partner. you’ve been dating for the longest time, now even engaged, yet you haven’t even heard a sniffle from him. he didn’t cry in front of you when he found out his dog, misty, was diagnosed with diabetes. sure, he used to cry. his mom and sister would tell you stories about how sad he would get after the pigeons at the park wouldn’t take his bread. his dad taught him to be a man. he taught him to keep all his emotions subsided away. that mentality has stuck with him ever since he was told that. it was back in 2017. he had just turned 18. he hasn’t cried in front of a woman since about 2020. 3 years after what his dad told him.

today was just really hard for nick. he tried his best, he pushed through, but all of the stress crumbled down onto him, leaving him in tears of an unknown combination of vexation and indignation. we all have hard days, you can’t even lie about it. and that’s okay! stress is temporary, but your mindset is indefinite.

nick was in your arms, holding you tightly. the whites of his eyes were a dull gray color, supplementing his already dark brown iris’. he subtly shook with each sob. your shirt got slightly wet. it’s just water, it’ll dry. nicks hands grabbed onto your biceps, gently squeezing for comfort.