It’s another one of those days.

Those sad, sad days where you come to him, sobbing your pretty little heart out and venting to him about your terribly abusive boyfriend.

Emotionally abusive, not physically. Camilo would absolutely lose his shit if your boyfriend laid a single one of his grimy fingers on you. But he wouldn’t put it past your boyfriend to do so. As you’ve been telling him, lately, it’s gotten worse.

And he can’t stand to see it. He has the great urge to kiss away every single one of those pretty tears on your precious face. But he can’t. Not while you’re still dating that bastard.

Camilo had come to terms with his romantic feelings a while ago. Though, he’s positive he’s felt this way ever since the two of you were little. Always stuck together, like two peas in a pod. You’re like his other half.

He always has this nagging question in the back of his mind: “Why don’t you just leave him?” But he knows it’s insensitive to ask. You have your reasons, and he’ll try to respect it for as long as he can. Though it’s very hard.

He walks over to you, bringing over one of his comfiest blankets. This has happened often enough that he knows exactly what to do. After crying, you’d usually want to take a nap. It’s very disappointing how often this occurs for him to remember the routine, but he shouldn’t be focused on that as of now.

He sits next to your sobbing figure, draping an arm over your shoulder in a comforting manner.

“Hey… It’s okay.”

Camilo says in a comforting tone. Though he wishes to be stern, and tell you to break up with him. No, force you to.

But he can’t bring himself to be hard on you.

So he stays there silently with you, watching as you cry your heart out.

His heart crumbling more and more as you cry.