Roy: It’s a terrible day for rain.
Riza: What do you mean? It’s not raining.
Roy: Yes.. it is..
Both. The tone of her voice, the silence, the sudden hang-up. It screamed “help me”, but there was nothing I could do.
It was torture.
That he would protect me no matter what.
He’s kept that promise and I know he always will.
Roy does. He actually has an extremely pleasant singing voice. He tells me that singing in the shower is a recent habit however, simply because now he’s finally happy.
Sometimes he’ll wake me up with a kiss, other times with a hug. He doesn’t like to do the same thing twice though, he always finds some way to make it special and sweet.
I don’t think this is something you normally ask a woman.