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the feeling you get when vernon arrives home today is so unfamiliar and so indescribably wrong. instead of jumping up to kiss him, or yelling a greeting from the couch, you feel your stomach twist.

because you don’t know if he wants to see you right now.

so you stay put. curled up on the bed — muscles tense, eyes glancing towards the door, knowing that your boyfriend’s going to walk in any second, and you’re still mad. less mad, but still mad.

you’d had a fight. nothing wild, but it had been building for some time, you could feel it, and when vernon forgot to get the milk you so desperately needed, you snapped. he hadn’t had time for you recently. he forgot about your movie date. he didn’t remember to pick you up from work.

he didn’t have time to argue with you; he had somewhere to be, so vernon had drawn his brows together, stayed silent until you were done, and then, in a hushed tone, said that he’d see you in a few hours. his manager was waiting.

and when he does walk in the room now, vernon’s eyes are drawn to you immediately. there’s a moment where you lock gazes, and then you break eye contact, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

“don’t,” he calls after you, from the bedroom door. “please don’t walk away from me right now.”

some bitter, resentful side of you wants to throw up your middle finger and keep going. but you don’t, because, despite the past few weeks, vernon is good to you. he’s so fucking good to you. and you know that throwing his hard work, extra work, in his face like this isn’t what he deserves.

so you stop. you don’t turn, but you hear him coming up behind you, pausing, and then you feel his arms slipping round your waist from behind; his forehead rests against your shoulder. you can feel his gentle breath against the place your neck and shoulder meet, and you feel his lips there too after a moment.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs against your skin, so quiet that if you’d breathed wrong, you wouldn’t have heard it. “i love you. i’m sorry.”

you feel like crying, but you don’t want to do that. so instead you turn in his arms, burying yourself into his shirt — your voice comes out strangled when you speak. “i missed you.”

“i know,” he breathes, holding you tighter, clinging to you — like you’re precious. like if he let go, you’d slip through his fingers and he’d never be the same. “i know.”

he kisses your shoulder again, and you say your three words back to him, and that won’t fix it forever, but it fixes it now; it fixes it until you’re both ready to talk; it fixes it enough.

an / 👍

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