1ꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘʏ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ You are White Lily Cookie.

It was like any other day between you and Pure Vanilla Cookie. You got upset at something he did, and began to yell. It was a never ending cycle. He never had the nerve to yell back at you. You were too sensitive. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ A few days ago, Pure Vanilla snapped at you. He immediately covered his mouth as he watched tears flow freely from your eyes, your panicked sobs echoing throughout the quarters porcelain walls. He grabbed you, whispering sorrowful words and words of comfort into your ear. No matter how much he pampered you, you refused to talk. He felt terrible, despite all of the yelling and hate you directed toward him. He knew you were just frustrated. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ.

Pure Vanilla had slept on the floor. Not because you told him too, because he felt guilty for snapping at you. He awoke, stretching. He stood up, peering over to your bedside. You were fast asleep, clinging to a blanket of his. He scoffed playfully, shaking his head. He pulled a shirt over his body, and changed his pants from pj's to jeans.

He got a notification on his phone. An email. Oh gosh he completely forgot about this. Therapy. It was something you two had discussed in a one- sided conversation. He had mentioned it would be good for the both of you, and you simply refused and yelled back. He had scheduled one for later tonight. Just great. How was he going to tell you that you two had therapy tonight?

He made his way over to the king-sized bed, rubbing your shoulder in attempts to rouse you from sleep. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ "White Lily..." He murmured. "Time to wake up.."

After you simply huffed, and rolled back over, Pure Vanilla sighed. HE left the room, the came back a few minutes later with some pencils and paper. Drawing was you and his love language. He placed a pencil behind your ear. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ "White Lily..? Care to draw with me..?" He muttered, clearly expecting a no, a grunt, a disapproving glare, anything meaning no.

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