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They both stared at each other, confused and scared.
“Hi.” Bob timidly replied. He physically couldn’t look away from her. He was locked onto her. They just stood there, very awkwardly. Yelena made the first move, looking away and sauntering towards the fridge, she looked inside, taking a moment to hide from the situation. As she peered inside, she deeply exhaled, preparing herself for whatever this conversation would be.
“Can’t sleep?” She asked, further chipping away at the silence. She closed the fridge and turned around to face him, leaning against it. She tried to act normal but she’s never been good at acting. She looked like she was about to scream or cry. She wanted to do both.
“You?” He replied, trying to act casual but he was staring into his cereal, so obviously avoiding eye contact.
“Take a guess.” She laughed and he let out a soft chuckle. The tension smoothed out. It felt so normal, talking to each other, but it still felt like uncomfortable, painful. But it did feel good to be laughing together again. Like they used to.
“How are you?” She asked. The tension rose again like crashing waves.
“Fine.” He sighed. The lie stuck out like a sore thumb. Yelena saw right through him.
“Right.” She bit her lip and crossed her arms. She was finally ready. She was sick of this avoidance.
“Are you okay?” She asked sternly. Bob finally looked up at her and just seeing her in front of him again made tears well. He simply sighed, pushing away the tears, looking away. Yelena noticed, she always does. It’s a habit he does when he’s trying his hardest not to cry. She does the same.
“Bob.” She sounded desperate but stern, he faced her again, face blooming red, eyes glassy.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” He finally broken down. He buried his head in his hands and started to sob. His cries were loud and messy, he felt disgusting, he felt childish and weak. Yelena slowly approached him and rung her fingers through his hair. She slowly brushed her hands through his waves, carefully calming him.
“I’m sorry.” He sniffled into his hands.
“It’s okay.” She whispered repeatedly, soothing him. His head slowly rose and he looked destroyed. He had fully come undone.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. Tears tugged on her eyes too and an earnest soft smile crept on her lips.
“I messed up, you messed up. We both messed up. I think we both agree that we hate this silence. Well, I definitely do.” She softly chuckled, he laughed and nodded.
“I hate this.” He smiled, wiping the tears and snot from his face with the back of his hand.
“I don’t wanna break up, I never have. All I want is you Yelena. Being away from you made me realise how much I need you.” He explained. He bit his lip and stood up. Yelena walked around the counter slowly and approached him. They stood so close, Yelena craned her head up to face him. They could practically feel each other’s heartbeats radiating off of each other. Bob was at a loss for words. He just breathed heavily, looking helpless. He searched for the words but he just felt desperate.
“I love you!” He exclaimed, it felt so raw and rugged. Yelena burst into tears and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close and leaning in, pressing her lips to his. They crashed into each other, it was so natural, so needed. It suddenly felt like they had never had any time apart. Their eyes squeezed shut, tears trickling down their cheeks. They smiled against each other as their hands found each other’s faces. They pulled apart to breathe, their foreheads fell against one another’s they looked into each other’s eyes through their lashes. They were home.
“I missed this.” He smiled.
“I missed you.” Yelena replied before kissing him once more.