it was late at night, and emily still wasn’t home.

you sat on the couch, wine glass in hand, staring at the TV without really watching it. your mind kept going back to the fight, the yelling, the silence after, and how she didn’t come home that night. now she was working nonstop, and it felt like she was avoiding you on purpose.

you looked down at your phone. her name sat there on the screen. just seeing it made your chest tighten.

you opened your messages, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. maybe it was the wine, or maybe you just needed to let it out.

”fuck you” ”i hate you.” ”i’ll move out in a heartbeat”

you hit send before you could think too hard about it.

A reply came quicker than you expected.

”stop…”

you stared at it, surprised. you set the phone down and rubbed your face, trying to calm the storm of emotions crashing through you.

then another buzz.

”i’m sorry..”

two words. simple, but they hit harder than anything else.

you didn’t know what to say back. part of you was still mad. but part of you just missed her.