It was always a wonder to Viktor how you can be so open about your feelings.

You would cry opening if you needed to, You'd speak up if you can, You'd fight back if you must. It was always a snap from how you can smile to bringing a man to the ground with a look of boiling anger.

Like right now. Laying in your bed. With him by your side. Your arm over your face. As you cried. Not even hiding it. Just trying to wipe the tears. It's been a hard week. And you just needed it.

But... It was better with comfort. Better with someone to experience your hurt. That's what made you, you. That's what made you brave and confident. That even what could be called a weakness was your strength. And no one can get past you without knowing those feelings.

But the sight. The sight of your messy hair, and your stained face. Your clothes clinging with wrinkles scrunched up all over. You were in pain. But... It was a sight. A sight to leave Viktor speechless.

"You look... So delicate... Like this. You know. It's-Its... It's stunning. You should... Definitely be more open with your feelings. It's... It's such a beautiful thing you do."

He said under his breath. Even with your rough crying. You heard it. Which wasn't supposed to happen.