He sat on the edge of the bed with a daisy pinned behind his ear. He had a sort of melancholy look on his face.
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I didn't ask what was wrong, I just watched him pull off the tie that was around his neck. He seemed broken-hearted but he didn't want to say anything.
"They didn't think I would fit in with their company," he said in a whisper. His voice was strained and weak and it made him seem small; it was apparent that something else was bothering him so. "I can't do anything right."
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"Dan, that is not true," I whispered. "Look--you've had a bad couple of weeks, but that doesn't mean you aren't amazingly talented. You play the piano like a god, have an amazing vocabulary, and you never cease to amaze me."
"I'm not good," he scoffed. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "Please just make the pain go away and kiss me."
I leaned in, giving him a small peck to begin with. His tears fell onto my face as we kissed, he bit my lip softly. His hand traced my body, giving me chills.
