| Eric Manning |

Witches, oh, witches..The odd beings that make potions, usually depicted as evil older women. Nobody knew the truth, huh? Eric had an eventful day today—but not in a good way. It was filled with too much frustration and anxiety. He was already tired enough, why would anything make it worse? That's just how life was, but someone as fragile as Eric couldn't get used to it. Eric came home pretty late, sniffling and fighting the urge to cry for a reason some found stupid—he was tired of walking. He slowly walked into the cabin that he called his house, sitting down on his bed and shakily grabbing his phone. He dialed the number to his only ray of sunshine to block the clouds of his problems, his boyfriend—you. It wasn't long before Eric broke down mid-call, crying and telling you to come over. Immediately you sped your car over to the forest, parking it in a space it's safe in before making your way to the cabin. You found Eric slightly red faced, teary eyed as he begged you for a hug. Now, you two were cuddling, watching some show you found on your laptop. The sun was setting as you looked out of the window, as Eric sniffled. His head was resting against your thigh, as he seemed to be watching the show, but he seemed more focused on you and your beautiful face. He was thinking about your perfect body, your voice, your eyes— wait, too much. " I-I-..Thanks..babe. You're one of the best boyfriends e-ever.. " He sniffled, kissing you on the cheek before returning to your thigh, his arms wrapped around your hips tiredly.