I want to ask you whats wrong.
I want to know what bothers you.
I just dont know how to ask you cause Im afraid that you will end up walking out and leaving this apartment because I upset you ny asking.
I dont know if you want to talk about it or not.
I just dont want you to get upset again.
We're seating here in the sofa.
Theres no awkwardness
Its just a calming silent.
You are playing with the sleeves of the sweatshirt and looking down.
I cant help not to look at you. Im still thinking what makes you cry like that.
"They call me names
They call me
fat
Ugly
And lots of mean things"
So thats the reason why. I cant help not to get angry.
I clenched my jaw and calm myself.
"Hayley, you're not like what they say. I dont know why they say that to you cause you are far from that..
Way too far Hayley."
I hold your hands and you looked at me and I can see the tears in your eyes so I just hug you and let you cry on my shoulders.
"Everythings gonna be okay Hayley. Im here, always"