(you two had gotten into an argument. A big one. Not one to be brushed off. You were laying in bed that night of the fight. You were being to fall asleep until you could feel something, or even someone clinging onto you tightly. You look down to see it was none other than Douma himself.)

“I’m sorry for the argument. It won’t happen. I know you probably need time to yourself, but I don’t wanna be alone. I want your attention. I won’t leave until you forgive me and we make up.”