In the world you lived in feelings got in the way of everything. Feelings are what caused disagreements, broken hearts, and pain, whether it be mental or physical. Emotions are what allows life to stay interesting, some would argue. But for our beloved reader, the sentimental argument that constantly went on inside of their head resulted in an unfortunate life.

They had been born with emotions that were endlessly changing. Not only that but when they were born, they were born with uncoverable face paint. No ordinary face paint either, for this trait allowed the paint to distort itself in a way that showed how they felt. Their emotions were forever publicized by the paint that would create small symbols across their cheeks and nose and so on.

In their world, there was no such thing as privacy. You were known as an emotional clown by the town. It was a shock to most that you weren't related to Beppi! The fact that people compared the two of you only made you feel a bit worse- All of that changed though, thanks to one guy in particular. He went by Wheezy, Mr. Wheezy if we're talking specifics. 

Mr. Wheezy had come across you on the street, while it was dark and rainy, overall highly unpleasant. He was heading home after work, seeing as though he didn't have to work all hours. The blackened umbrella within his hands almost blended in with the sky above and had he not stopped in his tracks in front of your saddened form, you would have never seen him. 

The only source of light that allowed you to decipher that he was a human was that of your face paints. The teardrops that were created on your cheeks by the paints had luminously changed different colors, shades of blues and dark violet hues. Wheezy stared at you with glowing red eyes, lips parted as if he wanted to speak to you but couldn't find the words. It was clear enough that he was shocked by your appearance, but what you were unable to read was the emotion of concern in his eyes. You thought he was eyeing you because of your freakish birth defect, the way everyone else had and always would.

Your cheeks flared up in a bright red hue, little explosions dazzling all over your cheeks and nose, mostly in warmer colors like red and yellow and orange. He blinked a few times, before suddenly hearing you bark, "If you're just going to make fun of me and my stupid face, then fuck outta here!" The small explosion like stars made you look as though you had greatly defined freckles. He would have thought it was cute if he hadn't gotten light of the tears brimming your eyes. How could one be so upset with such a lovely gift? Wheezy was confused. 

Bottom lip trembling and a river of tears flowing down your cheeks was where you drew the line. You returned to hiding your face in your knees, silently crying as the man before you tried to find words. Your heart ached, your eyes ached, the entirety of your body was in pain from the thought alone of this guy saying something that would only worsen the slump you were in. 

"I think they're rather adorable. I can't understand what you meant by 'stupid'..." His voice lingered off. What was he saying? This made no sense... Everyone else thought it was too quirky or weird, or called you out for having some odd birth defect. Either this guy was just really creepy, or he was blind, or high, or intoxicated otherwise.. He wouldn't have said such kind, heart-wrenching words. 

Those were the first few words of kindness you'd heard in a long time. For some reason though, you couldn't bring yourself to believe them.

It was only until he sat down next to you, with his umbrella covering your head from the pelting rain, that you understood that he was in no way trying to make fun of you. Wheezy was not trying to harm you or bring your mood any lower than the hell it was already at. All he wished to do was bring about comfort, on that lonely rainy night. 

It had been a few years since then. Wheezy and you were closer than ever. Being without him was.. harsh. That was when memories of life before him began to flood in and clog your mind, polluting your mood and much more. 

Quietly, you sat in your shared apartment complex, looking down at your fingertips. Wheezy was late... More so than usual, anyway. Panic started to set in, and a large shock coursed into your veins. You were scared. You were nervous. What if he had gotten in trouble and could never come to see you again? What if he was off with another, leaving you to suffer in silence, alone, just as you had been the night he found you... No, Wheezy wasn't like that. He would never do something so revolting and distasteful. 

If you knew it was true, then... why, why were you still crying? Why couldn't you be happy that he always came home, no matter what happened during the day? Why couldn't you be happy that he even tolerated you and your wreck of emotions? Why were you so incapable of accepting the fact that this guy liked you for you? 

Your face became hot with tears. The big, salty, drops of water fell from your face, much as the paintings that your features withheld did. They weren't helping your situation at all. After all of the misfortune they had brought upon you, you couldn't bring it upon yourself to like them in the slightest. 

A clicking noise at the door made you open your eyes in realization. He was home...

The tears never stopped though, you were more like a fountain than a human in its own! You couldn't believe yourself! Crying, even though he had already gotten home! Even though Wheezy had reassured you so many times that he would always be there for you, and he had kept his word... 

Rough hands took hold of your face, but ever so delicately. Like they were holding a flower. Looking upwards to come face to face with the musky, mess of a man in front of you, you blinked a couple of tears away, and he quietly asked, "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Like an old abandoned building, you crumbled beneath his soft touches. Hands clung to his forearms, and you crept into his warm embrace. You nuzzled into his chest, muttering the quietest of sentences as he held you. A hectic day at work, only to be followed up by the one he cared solely about getting worked up because of how overly complicated they thought of things. The smokey male gave a sigh, not one of frustration but of thankfulness for how he had reached you in time. He circled his hands onto your lower back.  

Glossy pinkish eyes looked up into his fiery red ones. The two shared a look of content between each other before the one decorated in colorful paints spoke up. 

"I'm an emotional wreck because of you... I missed you." They whispered, leaning over his shoulder to tell him so into his ear. He shuddered in delight, letting out a low chuckle and giving your torso a soft hug as if he were trying to confirm that this was real. 

"You're always an emotional wreck." 

You pulled away, almost offended in the slightest. The look you had resigned to a more peaceful one in mere seconds. Wheezy planted a kiss on your forehead. You inhaled sharply, biting your lip to restrain the soft noise you were going to permit him. A noise of approval of course.

"Who ever said I'm complaining though? I love you as you are, with your sentimental paints or without."

He pressed kisses to both of your cheeks. You felt them warm up again.

"You mean it?"

"With everything in my heart."

There were no words after that. Just lazy cuddles with Wheezy shared in the purest of silence. He'd only said less than a few things. 

Yet somehow, he'd caused your heart the biggest thread of emotions one could possibly imagine. It was real enough to say that he was the only one who could cause such an emotional wreck.