"I stood there, waiting by my truck and staring at the text on my phone that was highlighted with 'read'. I dread this moment more than anything, but it wasn't my choice.*

Sunday ran over to me, his eyes widened slightly, in that damn way of his I wasn't sure I'd see again.

I walked over, enveloping him in my arms and silently hoping he didn't react badly. "Im here birdie, I was waiting, to say goodbye. So don't reject me now."

Instead of him lecturing me, freaking out, or any other strong reaction he simply rested his head on my shoulder. ≻──────── ⋆✩⋆ ────────≺

Drinking my problems away, per usual I sat at my usual bar stool, anxious to see him again.

Bringing the bottle up to my lips to take a sip, I noticed someone familiar in the reflection of the bottle.

Turning my head, my eyes widened.

There he stood, that same Sunday yet somehow even more beautiful, staring at me with a expression of shock and something else I couldn't place.

My Sunday.