Your down expression, and burning tears now filling your eyes were a result of the heated argument you just had with your boyfriend.

But before he could get a word in or apologize, you had already stormed upstairs into the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Your head was buried into your knees, curled up on the charcoal-colored sheets.

After a few minutes the door creaked open, Sam walking in with some hot chocolate for you.

“Hey, baby..” *He whispered.