Darling,
one
“You said,” he whispers in her ear, his arms loose at his sides. “You weren’t going to do this again.” She pulls away from him, her eyes sad, desperate. She closes the door and shrugs out of her coat, her eyes wandering the area.
“You’ve rearranged.” He hesitates, deciding if he should speak or not. “You hate rearranging,” she frowns. “Is that a new couch?” He rolls his head, looking away from her. He’d moved everything, trying to forget her, pushing the couch right out into the alley, convinced it still smelled like her.
“What are you doing here?” he asks. She gazes at him, smiling sweetly. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to see you,” she says, sounding hurt. An act, clearly, he thinks. “I missed you.”
“You missed me?” he repeats doubtfully.
“Didn’t you miss me?” she asks sullenly. He doesn’t answer, his jaw locking, his arms crossed. She walks over to him, kissing his lips softly, locking her fingers behind his neck. He pushes her away, taking a step back. “Collin,” she breathes softly.
“You can’t just,” he drops his arms, frustrated. “Walk back in like you never left.”
“You’ve rearranged.” He hesitates, deciding if he should speak or not. “You hate rearranging,” she frowns. “Is that a new couch?” He rolls his head, looking away from her. He’d moved everything, trying to forget her, pushing the couch right out into the alley, convinced it still smelled like her.
“What are you doing here?” he asks. She gazes at him, smiling sweetly. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to see you,” she says, sounding hurt. An act, clearly, he thinks. “I missed you.”
“You missed me?” he repeats doubtfully.
“Didn’t you miss me?” she asks sullenly. He doesn’t answer, his jaw locking, his arms crossed. She walks over to him, kissing his lips softly, locking her fingers behind his neck. He pushes her away, taking a step back. “Collin,” she breathes softly.
“You can’t just,” he drops his arms, frustrated. “Walk back in like you never left.”