S. Italy - Assurance

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The past few days had been rough. You experienced problems and situations so overwhelming and impossible to solve that you couldn't help but sit in your room under the covers and weep in helplessness.

You had racked your brains enough and you were exhausted.

Lovino, your boyfriend, entered the room.

"My love, what's going on?" he asked quietly, trying to make out your figure under the blanket in the darkness.

But he could only hear your sobs.

He came closer to your bed and found you facing the corner of your room, huddled in the blanket.

"Amore," he whispered, putting his hand gently on what he figured was your back, "What's going on?"

Your sobs grew louder. In worry, he got on the bed and sat next to you, resting his back on the headboard.

Realising that you were in no condition to talk when all you did was sob and gasp, he opened his arms and patted his chest.

"Come here, my chest," he invited.

You immediately moved towards him and rested your head on his chest, while he wrapped his arms around you, tighter than the blanket. He gently rocked you side to side and patted down your messy hair, running his fingers through it gently to remove the tangles.

His touching calmed your sobs and gasps a little bit. When you were reduced only to quiet tears and sniffles, he leaned his head downwards to check on you.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

You hummed.

Seeing your pitiable state, he murmured into your hair, "Who hurt you, my poor little darling?"

"No-nobody..." you said in between your sniffles.

"Then what's going on?" he encouraged gently as he wiped your tears with his thumb.

You then proceeded to tell him in excruciating detail all that went on in your life. He had known only bits and pieces of it, and was rightfully confused and worried, not seeing or knowing how your bad situation blew up to the point that you couldn't stop weeping.

He listened without interrupting. At the end of your rant, you were breathless and still in tears, "I-I just don't know what to do!"

He hugged you tighter and hushed you, "Don't worry, I got you. I'm here for you. Any problem you have," he kissed your forehead, "I'll be here to walk with you through it, okay? You're not alone."

Hearing such comforting words, you felt your chest tighten and heave. You sobbed again and rested your head on his chest, paying attention to his heartbeat.

"You'll be here with me?" you asked in a squeak, "You won't leave?"

He looked at you and then asked, "Is my heart beating?"

You blinked at that question but regardless responded, "Yeah,"

"As long as this heart beats, I won't leave." he now spoke in a whisper as he moved his arm to cup your cheek in his hand, "I may not have the solutions to your problems, but I can assure you that I won't leave you to deal with them all alone."

Tears welled up in your eyes again at this speech. It was exactly what you wanted to hear. 

"You still have a lot of tears left to cry," he observed, moving in to kiss your eyelids, "Cry it all out. You'll feel better,"

You cried out all the tears left and while you did, Lovino made sure to rub your shoulder, give you a kiss, and hum your favourite tune. Soon, your eyes were dry, and your heavy breathing had calmed down.

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