After what felt like an eternity of tense silence, you finally give in. With a deep breath, you swallow your pride and approach Klay, your voice softer than before as you offer an apology. But instead of responding, he just sits there, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating.
Your patience snaps. "Seriously? You're just going to ignore me?" You scoff, throwing your hands in the air. When he still doesn’t budge, frustration claws at your chest. Fine. If he wants to be stubborn, so be it. With a sharp turn on your heel, you grab your coat and storm out, the door slamming behind you.
The night air is crisp against your flushed skin as you walk aimlessly through the dimly lit streets. Your thoughts swirl, a chaotic mix of irritation, guilt, and lingering heartbreak. You shove your hands into your pockets, exhaling sharply. Maybe he doesn’t even care. Maybe this is...
Before you can finish that thought, warmth envelops you. Strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against a familiar chest. Your breath catches.
“I couldn’t possibly stay mad at you, could I?” Klay’s voice is soft, his lips pressing a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. His embrace tightens slightly, as if anchoring you in place, as if silently saying I’m here, I always will be.
Your heart stumbles over itself, the anger melting away as quickly as it had come. You exhale, leaning into him. Maybe words weren’t needed after all.