آپ were avoiding his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
“Will آپ please tell me why?” آپ were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. آپ were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and آپ loose it. آپ put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, ارے everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks آپ up an places آپ in his lap.
He rocks آپ back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, آپ know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Will آپ please tell me why?” آپ were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. آپ were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and آپ loose it. آپ put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, ارے everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks آپ up an places آپ in his lap.
He rocks آپ back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, آپ know that?” He mutters into your hair.
آپ smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), آپ were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till آپ came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
آپ just لپیٹ, لفاف کریں your arms around him.