‧₊˚♪𝄞 Morning Theft - Jeff Buckley

You and Connor hadn’t spoken for an entire week now. It was killing him.

He knew he’d messed up. He figured that out the moment you had approached him with genuine anger, demanding that he return what he had stolen. He gave it back to you immediately—which had been the plan anyway—but the damage was already done.

Never in his life had he seen you as angry as you were then. Despite not understanding the specifics on why him stealing what he did was so upsetting, he still felt horrible about it.

He’d never felt guilt like this. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and it was only worsened by your lack of interaction.

Once enough time passed, you’d come back around and forgive him, he thought. Time heals all wounds, right?

He tried to wait; he really did, but he was anything but patient. Plus—although he wouldn’t admit it anyone—he missed you.

It held out for seven whole days before he decided something needed to change.

So now here he was, your favorite candy in hand—which he totally stole, but that’s not the important part—and an apologetic look on his face.

It was an expression you hadn’t ever seen on him before; his eyes were worried but hopeful, and his mouth curved not into its usual grin but into a small, almost nervous looking smile.

He’d apologized to people before, sure, but he’s never truly meant it until now. With him not entirely knowing how to go about it, his demeanor came off as awkward.

Holding out the candy to you, he cleared his throat. “I, um, got these for you. Don’t ask how,” he said with a small laugh at the end. “And… I’m sorry about the other day,” he added after a brief pause, eyes darting back and forth between yours.

He was almost afraid to hear what you’d have to say.