"Are you alright?" I ask wrapping my arms around him when he comes in through the door.
"Yeah" he sighs placing his arms around me.
"Where were you?"
"I was at the hospital, talking to Amy" he answers resting his chin on my head, there is something in his voice, telling me that there is something bothering him but I can't place it.
"John" I say looking up at him "what's wrong?"
"Nothing" he lies unwrapping himself from around me and backing out of my grasp.
"John" I try again "I've known you for five years and I've been your girlfriend for two, I know when your lying, you don't believe in suicide, yet you don't think it's right to convict Amy even though she killed that woman, tell me what's wrong"
"When I was thirteen" he stops "my father killed himself"
"I'm sorry John" I feel horrible for making him think and talk about it.
"For the longest time I blamed him and was so angry for him leaving us and putting my family through that…" he trails off.
"I'm sorry" I say again and he takes me into a hug.
"I'd never leave you" he says before kissing me softly.