Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170506154328

''Even though he had remembered how it all happened, Harvard couldn't even bare the explanation from anyone, or albiet his crying fiance explaining it all in horridly great detail. Too mentally exhausted to cry or to sob, he lowered his head so that he stared at his lover's shuddering frame, his bandaged hands reaching for his temples, his thumbs rubbing the gauze on his temples.''

"Look at me," he blinked his puffy eyes, a melancholy smile stretching his tearstained cheeks as he breathed lowly, his voice becoming nasally from crying too much, "There was nothing either of us could've done to stop this from happening, and I believe you are doing something right now... Y-You're helping cover the bills, a-and... You've became a florist, huh...?"

Harvard took a long, hard look at the apron Leon was wearing, how his hands were deeply cut and splintered, and the fact that there were two freshly picked bouquets of Forget Me Nots to the side.

''"I didn't want to lose you either, Leon," the ombre blinked a few leftover tears form the corners of his eyes, "You don't have to blame yourself for something you didn't do, you know... Honestly, I should be the one saying sorry here... I almost got a little girl and my fiance killed by something I should've been aware of..." ''

Preparing for what he says next, he sharply inhaled, his hands resting on the back of Leon's neck, his thumb caressing his cheeks while wiping away his tears.

''"I-I feel like I don't deserve you..." his voice trailed, "I've m-made you deal with my Depression episodes, me being scared of those damn storms, a-and me almost dying for the third time..."''