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Door opening, lights on, door closing, shoes hitting the floor, walking, fridge door opening, ruffling of a plastic bag, fridge door closing, chair scraping the floor.
Followed by silence.
(name) sat up in bed, her back touching the headboard. Looking to her left, there were empty sheets. It looked like it had been that way for weeks. It had been weeks since somebody slept on that side.
9 weeks, 3 days.
(name) slung her legs over the bed, standing up. To say she was pissed was a heavy understatement. She looked at the alarm clock.
3:36
A frown formed on her face. She threw on a hoodie she found laying on a random chair, putting it over her silky pajama set. Her shoulders lowered as she remembered who had gifted it to her in the very first place. She remembered the look on his face as he gave it to her handed in a striped gift bag. She remembered the look of impatience etched on his face as she untied the pink ribbon holding the bag together. She remembered the feeling of his lips on her cheek as he smirked, knowing it was a pair she had always wanted.
She remembered the look on his face back when he still loved her.
She fought back tears, opening the bedroom door. She didn’t want to be vulnerable, not anymore. This was getting to her head, she just wanted, needed, to know if he still even felt the need to keep her around her.
This had been a bad idea from the start, she knew that. She was warned so many times. She didn’t want to believe the people who told her this would end with him breaking her heart. Maybe it was her own fault, believing he would be different to her. Believing he would really love her. Believing he would choose her over work.
It was a lost cause, and the people were right, she was left heartbroken.
He left. Of course he did. The signs were there, he would be acting cold towards her, come home late, never offered any form of intimacy anymore. When she would ask about his work, and if he had any big things he needed to go to, he would brush her off, insisting everything was fine with his usual cheer expression on his face.
But she knew him longer than that. She knew something was off. She had no idea if he was sleeping around, but it all reached to a end when he just left. She woke up to a empty bed, some of his belongings missing and a note that said ‘I’m sorry, my dear.’ After that he went radio silent.
She silently walked trough the hallway, making her way to the kitchen. She didn’t want to have this conversation yet, she wasn’t ready to face him. But her body seemed to have a mind of her own, and as much as she wanted to run back to bed, she didn’t.
Her head took a peek trough the doorway to the kitchen. Her breathing quiet, but fast. She felt her body shaking, her eyes shooting to her supposed boyfriend. His back was turned towards her, making her unable to see his face. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
She stepped into the kitchen, flipping the light switch on. Her boyfriend his shoulders jumped up in surprise, he quickly turned around to face her. His fork slipped onto his plate of leftovers you had made.
(name) tried to look mad, irritated even, but she failed as soon as she saw his face. His bright blue eyes, messy white hair. She hated to admit it, but she had missed seeing his face. She missed waking up to someone in the morning. She opened her mouth to talk, but the male beat her to it.
“Sweetheart, (name).. I missed you.”
“Gojo.”
“Not even my first name, then?”
“…”
“I asked you something.”
“You are in no position to ask me anything.”
“Missed me?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’d rather have you do it.”
Gojo said with a smirk, he stood up from his chair, standing up to see his lovely girlfriend of his, her face all tired, yet she looked so mad. She was so adorable in his eyes. The most precious thing he would ever lay his eyes on. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms, take her to bed an cuddle with her forever. Making sure she would be safe forever.
This infuriated (name) to wits end, he wasn’t taking this serious. He was away for 2 months and acted like nothing happened. Like he didn’t leave her, like she wasn’t on the edge of breaking down and sobbing right in front of him.
She walked over to him, Gojo his face lighting up, thinking he was about to get a hug, a kiss, her telling him it was okay, and that they would forever love each other.
But luck didn’t go in his favor for the first time in years, he saw the rage in her eyes, compared with tears escaping the corner of her eyes. His face dropped, he tried to step back, but was backed up against the table.
“You annoying, no good piece of trash.’’
She yelled at him, her palm hitting his cheek with a loud pang. A gasp escaped her lips, realizing what she just did. She took a step back, looking at the ground in shame.
Gojo raised a hand to the now red skin on his cheek. He stared at her with confusion and anger. He stepped forward, grabbing both of her wrists in his hands.
A sense of dread filled her senses. What would he do now? She knew what he was capable of. What would happen to her? Silent tears flood over her cheeks, she looked up at him, silently pleading.
Suddenly, he sunk trough his knees. Kneeling down before her feet. He brought her hands to his lips and started placing soft pecks on the skin. He let go of her hands and looked her in the eyes. Gojo had screwed up, he knew that. But never in a million years would he ever dare to hurt you. You were precious to him, delicate, he would never find the strength in himself to consider ever touching you in a manner that wasn’t gentle. His voice spoke up.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much, and every minute I wasn’t with you I was going insane. I made a mistake by leaving you. I know I have to explain a lot, but please just hear me out before you decide to break up with me.”