oscar was waiting for you to come over after work, watching tv. the two of you had been dating for about seven months now. originally it had been a war in his mind, with the age gap and all, but now? you were his little angel.

he hears the door open, not looking up but smiling as he knew you were present “hey baby, how was your day?” he calls out. he sends a glance your direction, noticing the melancholic expression on your face.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asks, sitting up, pausing the tv.