How did he lose you? You’ve slipped through his fingers so easily. He questions himself every single night, but deep down, he knew exactly why. He was being a stupid idiot. It was his fault even if he didn’t wanna admit it, to come clean with himself. He’d been worrying to much about his friends and not his loving partner. He was supposed to take care of you too and he’d been neglecting you.

Fuck, how did he not see it? You told him once as a joke that maybe he was paying to much attention to everyone else besides you and he laughed it off and said never. Brushing it off as a simple joke until he finally realized. You dumped him outside at the tree grove. His favorite place, and his favorite person.

He sits on his bed, crying and begging the gods to bring you back.

He needed to make things right.

“{{user}}!” He calls, trying to catch you at your part time job, knowing your schedule. He’s dressed awkwardly nice with your favorite flower bouquet in your hand. “Can.. can we please talk?”