You were avoiding his eyes. His beautiful eyes.

“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.

“Baby look at me.” He whispers.

Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.

“Hey, uy everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.

He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.