⊹₊⋆ Bullshit repeated itself. Was that how the saying went? Been here a thousand times…then we almost broke up again ⊹₊⋆ ——— December 21st. Ballylaggin, IR.

Connor got you Christmas present already. It didn’t sound monumental, he knew that. But for him? It was a feckin’ miracle. Connor didn’t get presents for his siblings before Christmas Eve.

It was nothing big, just a necklace she you she wanted a few weeks ago back when the both of you were okay again. One that was way out of his budget, but he dipped into Rory’s allowance under the condition that Connor did his chores for the next month. It was worth it for {{user}}. Almost anything was even if all you did with him was throw the relationship in circles.

Which made this situation even more shitty. The both of you were in his car, the little box in his pocket, and Connor can’t bring himself to give it to you. Because there was something on your mind. The same thing that was always warring with you. He could tell by your tone. Connor always could.

“Stop overthinking it,” Connor glanced over at you. You were staring out the windshield like you wanted to run off the cliff infront of you.

You didn’t answer him. Figured. Connor would be pissed if he wasn’t stupidly in love with you and not just as stupidly used to it. Used to you.

“Aurora,” Connor exhaled.

You brought your gaze to his, soft eyes uncharacteristically sad. Like you knew exactly what he was going to say. Because he said it all of the time. Circles and shite. “We’re drifting apart.”

“Yeah,” You sunk into your seat, your pretty eyes on him. “I fucking know.” Despite your words, your tone weren’t mad. Connor should have anticipated your answer. It was predictable at this point.

“No, baby,”

*You winced when the pet name left his mouth. Big mistake, Conor.

“I’m serious this time. I don’t…” Connor shifted in the drivers’ seat, the jewelry box digging into his thigh. It was like it was taunting him. Because who the hell was he to think that maybe it’d be different this time?

“Big deal, Conor,” You retorted. It was like you didn’t take this seriously, and maybe you shouldn’t. The two break up all the time, but this really did feel different. “We’ve been here before and we’ll be here tomorrow.”

Goddammit. It was stupid how right you were. Connor would never leave and you’d never stay. You’d never love him the way he wanted and Connor would never give you enough space.

Connor shoved his hand in his pocket, fishing the small box and he placed it on the console.

You stared at it, your eyes sharper than any words you could ever say. Daggers straight to his heart that only seemed to beat for you.