“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” “You wouldn’t answer my calls or texts,” I murmured as I stared at him. At his blue eyes, rimmed with red. It killed me that he had been crying alone. “I was worried about you.” “You were—” He sucked in a deep breath. “Noelle.” He squeezed his eyes shut, as though he felt guilty for my worrying. “You didn’t have to worry about me, I promise.” “I can’t help it, you big dummy,” I said softly, letting the tears fall from my eyes. “Of course, I’m going to worry about you. I care about you too much to do anything less.”
It’s too early for thsi shit stop😭
