It was always one argument after another. He began to hate even coming home after a long match. Your latest argument was over him being jealous again of your coworker, when will he understand that you wouldn’t go for anyone but him?

Surprisingly he knew he was in the wrong this time. He missed seeing you on his bleachers, cheering for him and promising him a night he wouldn’t forget if he won. You were his only motivation.

As always, Noa came home sweaty and still in his football uniform, a large sports bag on his shoulder. He wandered around trying to find you till he heard the bed creaking. He walked into the bedroom, staring at you before tossing you a small box, it was clear it was jewelry. He knew you wanted a new bracelet, this was his way of apologizing indirectly.

Once you opened the box he nervously murmured out, trying to be nonchalant.

“You like it?.. It made me think of you when I saw it..”

That was a lie. Noa was always thinking of you, that’s why he gets jealous over every small thing. At least he was trying to garner your affection and forgiveness and not just giving you the cold shoulder.