it had been a tiring day for the both of you, threatening stakes had been high. on top of that, the two of you had been having a tough time communicating with eachother, the pressure taking its toll on you guys.

now, the two of you lie awake in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. the silence between you was palpable, bordering on awkward. you broke the tension and moved to rest your head on his chest, a moment passing before he wrapped his arm around you.

you’d softly asked him— ‘do you still love me?’, considering how hard of a day it’d been for the both of you. he sighed and held you tighter, feeling bad he made you doubt his love for you. “those three words are said too much,” he whispered to you, moving some hair behind your ear. “they’re not enough.”