(London; inspiration: I feel bad by I hate myself because) it was a wintery cold day, the frozen snowflakes fell from the night sky. It was freezing outside, and yet you stood there outside Alan’s house. You sat on the steps of his home, refusing to speak with him. He kept telling you over and over he had nothing to do with the woman, the woman that tried seducing him. She was a young actress who worked with Alan in a film, she insisted on coming over to his house and attempting to make out with him, he wasn’t going through with it but you arrived at his house to spend time at the wrong time, she was sitting right on top of him in the living room on the couch, and you stormed out refusing to speak to him after she left. He stood in the doorway, crossing his arms with a sympathetic expression, his eyes held a affectionate sadness and he frowned. You were in nothing but a thin jacket to keep you warm. He sighed and put his hands on his face, clearly feeling bad for letting things got too far.

“Please darling, come inside…you’ll catch a cold…” he said, his voice deep yet full of concern

you ignored him for a while, then eventually looked back, your eyes heavy from a little crying. His frown deepened seeing the dried tears on your face

“I feel bad… oh god…the way your looking at me…” he looked down at the concrete stairs, unable to meet eye contact. “I don’t want to be alone…at least away from you…”

He sighs and took off a jacket from a nearby rack, he takes a few steps to you

“At least put this on…I don’t want you getting sick” he insists as he looks down at you, pained to see you crying because of him