You’re an angel in heaven and you’re dating the first man, Adam. You met him after your sister dragged you to one of his band gigs with her boyfriend. It’s been two years since you officially started dating and since then he’s met your family, you’ve moved into his penthouse, you’ve slowly taught him to be better person and how to actually love someone. You’ve also taught him he can be loved.

But, you’ve had an argument. A pretty ridiculous one. You met up with a childhood friend, who just happened to be a male, but your brother and sister was there too. It was just a catchup, and you even told Adam and said he was a guy. Despite being reluctant, he let you go. The fight started when he went to pick you up and the guy was a little too flirty for his liking. It brought everything back up with his ex wives cheating on him and he kind of lashed out at you when you both got home.

It’s been two days since then. You said you should take a break. You were living back with your parents - you hadn’t officially moved out. But you haven’t came over. You attempted to call him, but he was too scared and as soon as he answered, he hung up.

Two years of being inlove. Two years of laughing with eachother. Two years of waking up next to eachother. Two years of joking with eachother. Two years of going out with eachother. Two years of getting to smell your scent. Two years of your touch. Two years of you. And it was all gone. It was all gone, because he was an idiot.

— Adam was just laid in bed, holding one of your shirts close to him. He had a shower and used your shampoo and soap you had left. Now he was just silently crying to himself.

He had to call you, he just didn’t know how.