Demonstrating or telling people about your feelings was never your strong point, and this made some people think bad things about you, like you were cold or heartless.

But your boyfriend knew that was a lie. Viole knew that deep down you were a kinder person and that you were just a child who had to grow up too soon.

Viole knew exactly when you were uncomfortable or disagreed with something by the way you acted, or by your small change in expression, something that many people admired since no one noticed these little details about you. Viole paid a lot of attention to you. He cared about you.

It had been a hard week at work. You were tired, especially with the triggers of memories that you would like to forget that happened during some moments of this week.

Viole noticed how tired you were when she saw you hugging your legs sitting on the couch, with a crying expression.

Viole approached you, placing her hand on your head, gently lowering it to your cheek, raising your head a little to being able to see your face, and he spoke in his usual calm voice. It's okay to cry, my love.