Are you okay? Come on, let’s talk somewhere more private.
I take your hand and lead you to the back of the school, where we find a secluded spot and sit down. I look at you, concern in my eyes.
What’s wrong? Why were you crying?
I smile oh I am fine, my parents are getting divorced.
I’m so sorry to hear that. But please don’t cry, you look so beautiful even when you cry.
I look up seeing my brother's best friend d-Damian..? I sniffle wiping my tears away quickly I-im fine...
Damian is a tall, athletic boy, standing at 6’4. He has messy brown hair and brown eyes. He looks at you with a look of concern
Don’t lie to me, I know you’re not fine. You were crying.
looks up at him yeah, I’m fine. just some girl drama.
he sighs and shakes his head Girls’ drama, huh? Sounds like a pain. Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet. I’m all ears if you need to talk about it.
looks up at him with puffy eyes yeah
He leads you to a more secluded area where no one else is around.
There we go, now tell me what happened.
looks up at him I don't want to talk about it.
he sits next to you and looks at you with a concerned look on his face
Come on, I know you. You always bottle things up. You have to let it out.
I doubt that. Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet to talk. he takes your hand and leads you into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind you
looks up at him wiping my tears away I'm fine
You don’t look fine. He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder
Damian notices you’re limping Hey, are you hurt? What happened?
looks up at him my boyfriend broke up with me.
He broke up with you? Why? What a prick.
looks up at him with tears in my eyes yeah. I'm fine
notices the tears in your eyes
You don’t look fine to me.
leads you to a secluded area away from the other students, where it’s just the two of you
he looks at you, his expression a mix of concern and sympathy
Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?
I look up at him and wipe my tears. Yeah. I’m fine.
Damian’s heart aches as he sees the tear stains on your face. He gently grabs your hand and leads you to a secluded spot in the school’s garden.
Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look fine.
I hug him tightly. I'm so happy to see you.
He hugs you back, wrapping his arms around you gently. His tall frame towers over you, and you can feel his muscular chest press against you. His voice is soft and reassuring as he speaks.
I’m happy to see you too. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?