Love: A Fictional Narrative

"Yeah," I whispered as Alex offered me a hug.
"Alright," is what he responded before shuffling over onto the chair next to me and wrapping his arms tightly around my body. He held me close to his chest, gently pulling me over onto his lap. "I...I'm sorry if I bring any trouble to you, if you tell me to go, then I'll go. I won't question it, honest, I won't. I'll just leave if you want me to, or if I ever annoy you," I whispered into his chest.
"Hey, hey, where has all this come from?" Alex asked softly and rubbed my back gently.
"I don't know, I'm sorry. I just get like it sometimes. I can't help it," I sniffed.
"Let's just get home, yeah? We can stick something on the TV if you want, your choice. We'll do whatever you want, even if it's just lying on the sofa, I don't mind. Whatever will cheer you up," Alex offered.

I have nothing better to do then and the only thing I have to do now is provide you with what you need."
"Attack on Titan?" I asked and looked up at him, hiding my face behind my sleeves slightly. I wasn't sure if I was going to break down into tears or not.
"Sure, like I said, whatever you want," Alex said and stood up, still holding onto me and carrying both the shopping bag and my