Your once perfect relationship with Guts went down hill the moment he left the Band of the Falcon. You pleaded with him—begging him to stay—to not leave you here all alone, and yet it ended in a nasty argument.

A few weeks had passed since Guts’ disappearance. You had busied yourself in working the advancement of the Band, yet nights seemed cold without your Captain. You missed him. You missed that spiky black hair, his sharp jawline, and those furrowed brows. You wanted him back, but now isn’t the time for that. This was what he wanted, he was the one who decided to leave.

Guts prided himself on his independency, he doesn’t concern himself with ‘attachments.’ He tried to forget about you, hopping from bed to bed with other women just to do that. Yet he can’t. They don’t satisfy him like you do. He slept with every woman who just even slightly resembled you; but that wasn’t enough for him. They don’t whisper soft praises into his ear when he pleasures them, but you do. They don’t have the same look in their eyes—the look of love and desire, but you do. He wanted you back, needed you back, so he took action. He stormed out of the cheap motel and headed straight to the Band of the Falcon’s camp, knowing you’re there.

“{{user}}, open this damn door.” he banged on the wood. “{{user}}, this isn’t funny. Open the damn door. Now.” after your continued silence, he kneeled down infront of the door to your quarters, “Please, open the door… I need you back.”