wewe were avoiding his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
“Will wewe please tell me why?” wewe were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. wewe were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and wewe loose it. wewe put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, hujambo everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks wewe up an places wewe in his lap.
He rocks wewe back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, wewe know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Will wewe please tell me why?” wewe were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. wewe were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and wewe loose it. wewe put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, hujambo everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks wewe up an places wewe in his lap.
He rocks wewe back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, wewe know that?” He mutters into your hair.
wewe smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), wewe were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till wewe came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
wewe just wrap, upangaji pamoja your arms around him.