Your name is Dirk Strider and as of now, tears are threatening to fall. You take in a deep breath and sigh. 'You can do this Dirk.' You keep telling yourself but its stings and you hate it. You cringe and step away from the counter.
You're in full tears now, sniffling as your boyfriend happens to step into the room. Fuck.
"O-oh hey Jakey..." You laugh, wiping your eyes which are stinging.
"Dirk? Blimey, why are you crying? Are you alright??" He's at your side immediately, cooing you and examining you.
"Yeah. Im cool. I'm a strider. I'm fine." You tell him and wipe your eyes, sniffling once more.
"You dont look it, love. Please tell me what happened?" He's begging now with a look of concern and you cant refuse.
You point to the counter and chuckle softly and Jake jerks his head around ready to see a bloody knife or something broken. But there isn't anything of the sort.
"The onions.. It stings my eyes man." You squint, as more tears fall from your eyes. You're unable to control them thanks to onion-y fumes.
Jake lets out a sigh as you snort out a laugh.
"You had me worried there, chum." He kisses your tears away and lets you go back to cutting the onions for dinner.