You had been together since he was nineteen, your relationship built through countless Discord calls, late-night confessions, and the ache of a screen separating you. With you in Wales [or any country of your choice :D] and him in Los Angeles, the distance felt endless, but somehow, his voice always made it feel smaller.

Tonight was no different—you were mid-rant about something insignificant, filling the silence with your usual animated chatter, when he suddenly interrupted with a soft chuckle.

"I'm going to get a tissue and blow my nose," he said, his voice warm with quiet amusement. "But I will be back. I'm not abandoning you."

His reassurance made your chest tighten in that familiar, bittersweet way. Through the static of the call, you could almost picture him—his calloused fingers cradling the microphone, his eyes holding that unspoken promise only you could understand.

"I love you," he murmured, the words wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. "I'll be right back."

He blew a kiss, a little ritual between you two, before standing up and disappearing from the frame. The silence he left behind was momentary, but you still found yourself staring at the screen, waiting for him to return—because no matter the distance, he always did.