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        Some days were… Harder than others. Not always for a reason. Sometimes you just felt like this.

        Today had been absolutely miserable. Nothing happened. But the crushing emptiness, the sadness, the self-hatred. It was too much. You hadn’t even left your room, not even when one of the orphanage’s nuns came in to check on you. They understood when you felt this way, you had explained your depression to them before. And they were always quick to say a prayer for you.

        Anderson, your love, was away on a mission.

        You didn’t always feel this way when he was gone, but it always made things so much harder to deal with. He’d been gone for three days by now. Why now? Why couldn’t you hold on until he got back?        

        It was dark now. You lay curled up in your room in the staff building next to the orphanage. You hadn’t really bothered turning on any lights, you’d just slept most of the day away. You turned, looking at the little beside clock.

        Half past nine at night. You hadn’t eaten all day, hadn’t had a drink of water either. Your throat hurt. Crying all day without a drop to drink will do that.

        But you just… Couldn’t.

        The handle to the bedroom door rattled, a key turning in the lock. It’s probably just one of the nuns, coming to check on you one last time before bed. You heard the knob turn, the door swinging open slowly. You turned to see who it was, to tell them everything’s okay and that you don’t need anything, but…

There he was. Your shining paladin, the light of the moon reflecting off of his glasses, standing in the doorway with a tray of food and several glasses of water.

        “Anderson?” You muttered. You hadn’t realized your throat was this sore. “I didn’t know you were back.”

        “Ah wasn’t due back fer anothe’ day, but Ah thou’ Ah’d… Hurry up.” He sets the tray on the mattress in front of you, crouching down next to your bed. “Tha sisters told me wha’ ye’ve been goin’ through today. Ah’m sorry Ah couldn’t be back sooner ta help.”

        With that, he embraces you closely, gently running a hand through your hair. He starts praying quietly, as he always does when you’re having days like this. Asking for the light of the Lord to guide your path, to help you through this time of trial. It always helped, either from the prayer itself, or just hearing his lovely voice as he prays over you. You couldn’t help hugging him back. You really missed Anderson, always did whenever he went off to God-knows-where on duty to the Vatican.

        But here he was, right now, his arms wrapped around you in a tight bear-hug as he continued to pray. After a few moments, he pulled away from the hug.

        “Mah love, ye know Ah’ll always be here fer ye, don’t ye?”

        You nodded. You knew he meant it, even though sometimes it was easy to forget that when you were having days like this.

        “An’ Ah’ll do all in mah power as an agent o’ God to help ye feel better.” He hugged you tightly one more time, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

        “Now, mah dear, please eat. Fer me. Ye haven’t had nary ae bit o’ food today.”

        You thanked him, tucking into the meal he brought for you. It was your favorite, and always helped to make you feel a bit better when you were depressed.

        The food was delicious, though your stomach still felt heavy. The relatively small meal still made you feel full. But you cleaned your plate, drained the several glasses of water. Anderson slid a chair beside your bed while you ate, and without a word stands up and moves the tray onto the end table next to the window.

        As you lay back in bed, he continues to keep his loving vigil over you. He gently takes your hand as he knows you enjoy, and begins to hum a church hymn to help you sleep. You know he’s tired himself, but yet he still takes care to comfort you and make sure you’re okay.

        While you begin to drift off to sleep, you quietly thanked God for giving you such a loving, adoring man to help you through this.