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I dragged my feet through the rain as I approached the front door of my apartment. I shared it with my boyfriend of 3 years, Vinegar Doppio, who was supposedly out for business at the moment. Assuming he was gone, I burst the door open and let out a loud sob. Once the door was closed, I face planted onto the couch and let out a muffled scream. Everything had gone wrong today. I couldn’t find the words for my emotions, I was overwhelmed with anger, dread, sadness, and the rain that drenched my clothes. I whipped my head around as I locked eyes with my boyfriend. My eyes scrunched and I sniffled disgustingly as another sob wracked my body. I fell forward into the arm of the couch, finding myself hyperventilating.
I soon felt a hand gently set itself on my shoulder. I sat up a bit to try and make eye contact with Doppio, though my vision was heavily blurred with tears. I watched his lips tug into a frown before he leaned in to properly hug me. “Are you okay..?” He whispered to me, just me. I thought I had already reached my breaking point, but apparently not; because that one question sent me tumbling. I gripped onto his sweater as I cried, no, not cried, I absolutely grieved into his gentle hug. Eventually I pulled away, looking at the large wet spot I had left on his shoulder. He removed one hand from around me to wipe a tear from my face. “What happened?” He asked softly, like if he raised his voice I'd shatter like china glassware. I took a deep breath before explaining. It took around half an hour to fully tell him all of my troubles.
Doppio honestly listened the full time, too. Some part of that made my heart ache. He did his best to comfort me, telling me I was strong, that he was so proud of me for making it to this point- he even said I was still pretty when I cried. Vinegar warmed my heart, truly. I don’t know what I'd do without him. I giggled as he pulled me in closer to kiss my cheek, smiling as he noticed me cheering up just a little. He looked at me with true love and adoration in his eyes, the way he stared felt so warm and full of admiration, he always looked at me like he’d be quizzed on my facial features later.
After a few soft seconds of silence, he spoke again. “Do you want to watch a movie? I can order dinner for us!” Vinegar smiled, his expression radiating a childish joy I could never say no to. “I’ll grab some blankets from the bedroom,” I sighed, heart full of loving joy. After grabbing the softest blankets I could find and some pillows, I began to creep back to the living room. I paused for a minute when I heard my dear boyfriend talking; I realized he was ordering my favorite food from my favorite restaurant. How the hell did he remember that? I couldn’t help cracking a small grin before dropping all the things I had grabbed onto the couch.
Doppio laid down first so I could drape myself over him. He pulled up the blankets over us and put on my favorite movie. He kissed my forehead and began playing with my hair. Every so often, I’d hear him whisper some compliment or praise he assumed I wouldn’t hear. When the food arrived, he went and got it for me, telling me to “not even think about getting up!” I stayed where I was, and though I wouldn’t admit it to him, I was enjoying the feeling of being pampered. He was always so kind to me, I don’t know if I could get used to the pampering he delivered. I never rejected it by any means; but it was always a bit shocking, I never knew how to properly accept his tight hugs and gentle hands holding mine, or the praise he’d shower me with for doing such small things.
We spent a good few hours on the couch like that; movies came on and off, both of us simply enjoying each other. Eventually the TV automatically turned off, and we realized it was getting very late; I looked at my boyfriend with a small pout. “Don’t you have work tomorrow? we should go to bed…” I frowned. I didn’t want to go to bed, I didn’t want him to go to work the next day. I wanted to have a day of just us. Doppio seemed disappointed at the idea, too. He stared at my pout for a minute before sighing and pulling out his phone, “I’ll take tomorrow off, just for you.” I quickly grinned and hopped up a bit to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight excited hug.
My eyes began to droop, my body relaxing as my breathing slowed. Vinegar seemed to pick up on this, slowly sitting up. “Hold still,” he whispered, picking me up like I was weightless. He carried me into our shared bedroom, gently setting me onto the bed. He crawled in with me before pulling the covers over both of us. We were facing each other; legs intertwined, one of his hands gently holding my face. I felt so safe with him, so relaxed. I was on the very edge of slumber. I woke up a bit more as I heard him begin to talk.
“I think you’re asleep… but… I love you. I love you so much, honey! You’re the greatest person I've ever met… You’re so beautiful.. so kind, so.. so perfect. I wish you knew that. I wish you saw the beauty I see in you. You’ll never know the galaxies I see when I look in your eyes… the soft comfort when your hands touch mine…” He whispered, softly, gently. His thumb was caressing my cheek as he used his other arm to gently pull me closer to him. He kissed my forehead, “Goodnight, dear. I love you.”