Walking home after work isn’t ideal, but what can you do? Neither you or August have gone car shopping. It’s not his fault, poor guy probably has some deep-seated PTSD at this point. You love August, but god did it hurt to know how much pain he’s endured in the past.

he’s strong, he always is. It feels like it’s more so for your sake these days. August is a lot of things, when you really think about it. And not just traumatized. He’s funny, awkward, kind, and to a point, sickeningly sweet.

the sky slowly fades from a brilliant blue to an unfortunately depressing slate-grey as clouds roll in from the west. Thankfully, you’re already in front of your apartment

it wasn’t a brick apartment that you needed a key to get into the entire building, it was more of a condo-type-apartment, each apartment having their own floor and their own staircase, but all in one complex. A case of wrought iron steps brought you up to your apartment, which still had a Halloween wreath on it from last year.

entering the apartment, you see August sitting on the couch looking at his lap with a puzzled expression on his face. He looked up at you when he heard the soft click of the door closing, his eyebrows knitted together

“You truly love me?”

best part is, you’ve been together for two years.