Tate Langdon:

You lay on your bed, sobbing quietly, rubbing the harsh marks on your legs, feeling so guilty that you had let Tate down like this. "Shushhhhh," you heard his gentle voice say as he appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "I'm so sorry I made you feel like this, I just want you to be happy, and to see how wonderful you are, the way I see you." You turned to face him, letting him wipe your tears away. "I love you Tate," you mumbled and he grinned, "I love you too, beautiful,"

Kit Walker:

That night as Kyle climbed into bed next to you, and tried to cuddle you, you wriggled away coldly. "Why are you being off?" You turned to his face, and he saw the sadness in your eyes. "I don't like it when you compare me to Alma," you muttered softly, not making eye contact with him. "Oh, my love, I am truly sorry. I didn't mean for it to make you feel bad, I am still learning from my past, and you have to know I love you more than anything or anybody else in the world," you laughed, breaking the tension and kissing him on the cheek, feeling light again.

Kyle Spencer:

You woke up the next morning, groggily, as Kyle stood before you, holding out a delicately arranged breakfast with a red flower next to it. "Morning Y/N," he grunted and held the tray out towards you. "Morning Kyle," you said stiffly, as he sat on the bed space in front of you. "Lovely I am sorry for snapping at you yesterday, you're so wonderful, and so important in my life," you pulled a face, knowing that he meant it and Zoe was not important in your relationship.

Jimmy Darling:

You wallowed in the nearby bar, drowning your sorrows at the bottom of the glass, feeling so lonely. The bell jingled, and you turned to see the one and only Elsa Mars, strolling into the bar. "Well you look like shit liebchen," she smiled wryly and sat next to you. "Come back to the freak show with me, Jimmy he needs you, he just doesn't realise yet. Come with Elsa Sweetheart," you followed her begrudgingly, knowing you would have to speak to Jimmy eventually. "Y/N?" A bloodshot, haggard and unshaven Jimmy appeared from his trailer, seeing your face. "Please don't leave," he begged, bursting into tears and grabbing you, pulling you into a tight hug. "Baby, I'm so sorry I said what I did, you do belong here, I need you here. I was just putting my insecurities on you as usual," you half smiled, knowing it would take a bit of time for you to forgive him but that you would eventually.

James Patrick March:

You ignored James, and after several attempts to reconcile he left, sighing in exasperation. You cried to yourself, clutching your body and feel insecure about the weight that surrounded you. "Y/N," you heard James whisper, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "You are so gorgeous, my darling," You turned around to see his genuine anguish, "what I said came out so wrong, I love your body, god knows I can barely keep my hands off you, and you can wear whatever you want and look incredible," you sighed, and pressed your forehead to his, "I know you don't mean to hurt me, I'm just insecure about that kind of stuff," he kissed you, and stroked your arms, all your body, reminding you how much he loved you.

Edward Phillipe Mott:

You had no idea where Edward had gone, and at that point you didn't care, you were angry and frustrated the way he had treated you. "Y/N? Do you want to come and sit with me?" He called and you huffed, "why would you want to sit with someone who was 'raised in a barn?'" You shouted angrily through to him and you heard him approaching. "I am sorry I said that. You have impeccable grace and manners, and I promise I will teach you to dance, and you will bowl everyone away with your beauty," You begrudgingly let him embrace you and kiss you lightly, knowing you loved him.

Kai Anderson:

You had refused to return to the house, despite several of Kyle's minions coming to try and coax you back. What he had said was so hurtful, and it preyed on your deep feeling that he would one day replace you with another worshipper, another one who had fallen for him. The streets were swarmed with people, Kai's political rally in full swing. You slunk at the back, seeing his face, looking worn and beaten down, not having the passion it normally exuded. Suddenly, shots were heard, and you knew something was wrong. You dashed to the front, and saw Kai, bleeding on the stage. "No please no," you sobbed, grasping his hands and kissing him all over his face. "Y/N, I need you, I'm sorry, you're the only one for me I swear, you know what I'm like with my anger," He croaked out and you nodded hurriedly, clambering in the ambulance with him and just wanting him to come out alive.