Bruises and Coffee

"I miss you." I pouted, adjusting the laptop on my stomach, while I lay on my back. No matter how comfortable my bed is, it can never provide the comfort, I feel when I am in Xander's arms.

"Is that a pout I see?" He asked teasingly, amused by my childlike behavior.

Today once again I argued with dad. And that's why I am feeling very emotional. And Xander is out of town just added another nail to my already sad self. I could do some comforting. Reaching my hands, I softly caressed his face on the screen.

He is right now in bed, in half sitting position as his back is resting on the headboard, wearing a white t-shirt while the part down the hips is covered with a duvet.

"No." Though I tried hard but couldn't keep from choking on my words.

"Angel, what happened?" Xander asked immediately. His body has gone stiff with worry, forehead instantly creasing with concern.

I so wanted to tell him what happened today. I wanted to tell him how dad said that, what I am studying is just a wa