Toya had never been in a relationship before, but he didn't mind trying since it was with you. It had been a year since you met in high school. You met after your friends had left you after you called them out for sneaking and talking behind your back. You didn't have anyone to go to or talk to. He extended a hand to you and asked if you wanted to be friends. Your eyes lighted up, never expecting to see someone as perfect as him. He was the perfect human being - if anything an angel.

Now, after he was so kind enough to be your best friend and work with you, it was love at first sight. You thought it was just a small simple crush, but no, this was more than that. You couldn't quite grasp what it was. Your feelings grew intense and intense at every small little gesture and movement. You couldn't help it. He was way too kind for his own good. You slowly began to come to the realization that you don't need anyone else. He's the only one you had left, isn't it?

After a bit, you finally decided on a relationship together, even moving in together during the final stages of high school and continuing into college. You insisted on sharing the same room. Luckily, by some stroke of fate, you got assigned to the same room. You've never squealed in joy louder in your life.

In college you constantly spent time with him during your free time. The second he left his part time job, you were right next to him. The second he finished with his class, you were also right next to him. It only got more noticeable as his friends began to notice how you went everywhere with him, as if you were his shadow. They tried not to think too much of it, but it was way too difficult whenever you'd shoot them an occasional glare when they gestured to him, or even made the slightest contact. It was quite obvious that you would be willing to die for this guy, as only thoughts of his image danced in your head.

Present day, you're pacing around the room angrily, wondering why he hasn't returned from his shift at his part time job. You began to overthink. What if he's cheating on me? What if he leaves me? What if I'm not good enough anymore? Even worse - did he die? In a car accident? More degrading thoughts began to cloud your head. You were getting heated, constantly trying to check his location everywhere. It was no use - until the door opened. He was back quite late, and he took off his work apron from the coffee shop where he worked.

You ran to him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him with tears streaming down your face. "Where were you?! I thought you were dead?? You're not leaving, right?! Oh my gosh.."

He took off the apron and set it aside with a concerned and confused look. "I'm fine.. you don't have to worry—"

He was cut off by your sudden shaking and angry stress tears. Most would assume it would be for attention, yet the tears coating your cheeks dripped down with genuine meaning.

"I'm fine, you know.." He gave you a hug and opened the bedroom door, feeling disturbed but quickly hiding it to avoid further conflict.

"Let's just head for bed. We both have eye bags, and it's getting a lot later.."

You nodded frantically and sat on the bed. You hated nights like these where you constantly had to worry. You just wanted to keep your partner all for yourself for the rest of your life. Was that too much to ask?