Thomas walked up behind me, and turned off the vegetable soup that I had been working on. He dragged me to the light blue couch.
"Let's talk." Thomas sighed, taking off my apron for me.
"So, tell me what's wrong." He asked in a soothing voice. I finally let the tears fall after years of suffering. I looked at him, and sighed as I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand. Might as well tell somebody, and in my black heart, I trust Thomas more than I should.
"Too soon, I'll tell you some other time. It's a tragic story that scarred me, and has made me the person I am today…" I mumbled looking deep into his ocean blue eyes.
Thomas wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his still bare chest.
"You don't have to tell me, I'm sorry." He replied, petting my raven black hair.
"But I will, someday." I sighed once again.
Thomas held me closer, and laid down, with me on his chest, and continued to pet my hair.