Distance, Inches In Between Us

Distance, inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in

Pt 1 here

“Can I talk to you?”

You hadn’t expected him to want to talk. He was so distant with you, so standoffish.

You nod your head mutely, tilting your head.

Miguel ask you to follow him, guiding you to his office. You walk in silence, then wait as he paces. Finally he ask you to sit down.

“Is there something wrong?”

Miguel stares at you for a long while, his brows furrowed like he’s trying to think of something to say. You sit there fidgeting, going through all the possibilities of what you could’ve done wrong.

He finally sighs, pulling up a chair from nowhere and sitting across from you.

“Tell me about him.”

Those eyes, god those eyes.

“Tell me what he was like.”

They tell stories and secrets and dreams and nightmares.

They say so many things, but he speaks so few.

You cock your head in confusion, opening you mouth to voice it.

“Tell me what he was to you.”

You stare at him, your brows furrowing more before they raise in understanding. You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again.

He waits patiently, scooting closer to you.

His presence makes you feel faint. The way he looks at you makes you want to cry. You miss him so much, and you know nothing about him.

“We were supposed to get married two years ago.” You finally say.

“The accident happened two weeks before the wedding. He was so excited. I was so excited!”

You smile sadly.

“His parents and mine had planned everything! They told us to just enjoy each other. And god I loved him. Loved him so much…”

Tears beginning to well in your eyes. You wipe them away quickly, for some reason embarrassed to let this man in-front of you see you cry. But he looked at you so kindly, different from his normal look.

You missed him.

“What happened?”

“What happens to everyone of us I guess….”

You both stay quite. You sneak glances at him, watching as his eyes shift with emotions.

He looks so calm when he’s not stressed, or in a mood. His lips formed into a pout, is eye brows raised.

You blush as he turns to look at you.

“Is that why you avoid me? Because I remind you of him?”

You bite your lip.

“I can’t risk falling in love with you, its like a betrayal to him. Your so much like him, in every way.”

“It’ll hurt me to much. It’ll hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Miguel stays quite, watching you with perceptive eyes. He clasps his hands together, sticking his lips out in thought.

You study him. He looks so goddamn pretty. Unrealistically pretty. Unfairly pretty. You huff.

“I wanna love you.” He says suddenly. He looks at you, waiting for a reaction. An answer. He looks so lost and hopeful it almost breaks your heart.

“You can’t-”

“I can. I do.”

You sighed. “Miguel-”

“Please? I wanna love you, and not just from afar.

And I want you to love me, like I know you do. Please mi amor.”

“Miguel…”

“Please love. I won’t hurt you, can’t hurt you lovely… please…”

“Miguel…”

“Y/N please…”

“Miguel.”

He stops at this, his breath halting.

“I know.”

His fist clench, but not in anger.

“Just give me time, all I need is time…” you whisper, looking downwards. He pauses, nods, then scoots closer to you. Sitting in silence. “I can do time.”

You both sit there for a few more moments, then part ways. He hugs you, surprisingly, then kisses the top of your forehead and leaves.

Just a little more time.

just some choso appreciation <33333

didn’t get the 5s xavier card I expected BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING

i want to cry

MC: I’d like you to meet my partner, Xavier. He’s my boyfriend.

Tara: Nice to meet you—

MC: And Zayne. He’s my doctor. And my childhood friend.

Tara: Oh, nice to meet you too—

MC: He’s also my boyfriend.

Tara: O-Oh—

MC: And this is Rafayel. The famous artist I’ve told you about.

Tara: And he’s—?

MC: My boss. I’m his bodyguard.

Tara: *relieved* Okay, that’s—

MC: He’s also my boyfriend.

pov : you’re dating xavier 🌟