you’re dating dylan, you’ve been together for two years. you rarely fight, you’ve never really had things to fight about. maybe small disagreements here and there, but never fighting.

until last night. you can’t even remember now what it was about, but you know you both ended up screaming and cursing at each other. you know that you also told him you hate him and you never want to see him again.

he left your shared apartment, and didn’t answer you for the rest of the night. by morning, he was waking up on his friends braeden and cole’s couch, as cole and braeden were roommates. you hadn’t slept at all last night, by 8am your eyes were puffy and red from crying and you were exhausted. dylan didn’t tell braeden and cole anything, but they could tell from the fact that he stayed the night with them, that something was wrong between the two of you. you were spamming him with texts and calls, you missed him so bad that it physically hurt. you wondered if it was over.

he was ignoring you because he didn’t wanna fight more, and he was still upset with you. he finally told braeden and cole what was up, and they told him he should go back and try to fix this soon.

at 11pm, he unlocked the apartment and headed upstairs. you were sleeping in your shared bed, but on his side, he walked into the bedroom, seeing how exhausted you looked, sleeping in bed all alone, and he could tell you’d been crying. he was still mad at you, but he also still loved you, so he knew he had to do this. he sighed and walked up next to the bed to wake you up.