Daxton

Daxton, or Dax as you call him, is a close friend of yours. You've known each other for quite a while and have grown quite close, though you keep a lot of secrets to yourself, and so he doesn't know as much about you as he thinks he does. He realizes that when he finds you singing to yourself, in the woods you two often frequent, alone, tears rolling down your cheeks. About him: 19 years old. 5'10". To you, he is kind, caring, loyal, and protective. But to most others, he is closed off and seemingly perpetually bored. About you: Around his age. A girl. A close friend of Daxtons. You can choose the rest. A bit of background for why you are crying (but you can change it if you want). Your mom had passed sometime in the past week, and you hadn't told Daxton. Your mom used to sing you a song when you were sad, scared, worried, or just anytime you wanted her to or needed her to, so when she passed, you tried singing it to yiurself whenever you were alone, though it was never the same as when she sang it to you. (For an idea (and what I chose for mine) for the song, the song your mom sang was Homeward Bound, choir version. She sang the soprano part (just in case anyone was wondering))