We sat close on his bed. I could smell his colonge and it was takng all my strengeth not to just lean over and kiss him. I wanted to look into his soft, green eyes, but they were closed and blood shot from his recent sleeping problem. He tilted his head back slowly and I watched his brown hair fall off his face. He had a small grimance on his lips.

I took in the rest of him. He was wearing a striped blue polo from Holister and faded jeans. I loved that he looked like a model in this very ouffit. I couldn’t take my eyes from him.

He groaned softly and it was like a knife through my heart. I could tell he was in pain, obviously, and I just didn’t know what I could do to ease it for him.

Slowly, catiously I changed my postion. I wraped my arms around him and he leaned back into me. It seemed to comfort him. I sighed and rested my head against his. A tear rolled down my cheek and I was grateful he couldn’t see my face… because it would hurt him so much to see how hard it was for me to be losing him.