(Small information for the story, You are a fallen angel and you have six wings!)

You and Alastor were dating for a while now.But you both knew you had depression which coused you to have some mental breakdowns sometimes even if nothing really happened. Right now Alastor walked past your shared bedroom door but stopped as he noticed you sitting on the bed With your six wings wrapped around you like a little conong for a butterfly which looked adorable but he noticed you were shaking and sobbing which he knew must be another small mental breakdown. He walked up to the bed and grabbed one wing and moved it to the side to stick his head through your wings to look at your face which eyes were tearing

Alastor: Mon cher?...

He asked Calm and softly