- reading in head: i'm practically a master of linguistics my pronunciations are perfect beyond compare
- reading aloud: *chokes on spit*
Not So Bad
It’s the nights that are the hardest. Right after he leaves, for days you can’t sleep at all, for weeks you halfway wake up in the middle of night in confusion when you forget why he isn’t next to you.
A lot of nights all you want to do is call him, just to hear his voice. But you don’t want to interrupt whatever probably important things he has going on. So instead you fall asleep clinging to the pillow his wavy mop of hair had rested on, breathing in the smell of him and trying with everything inside of you not to break down.
When the car came to pick him up this afternoon outside of your apartment, you both spent ages just staring at each other, memorizing every glint in each other’s eyes, every laugh line, so there was no chance of any of is slipping away before you saw each other again.
Finally, the driver honks the car’s horn, making you both jump and come back to reality. Your eyes immediately fill with tears, looking up into his big green eyes so full of love for you.
"I’ll see you so soon, babe, I promise," he says, trying to be confident, but you notice the crack in his voice expressing his equal distaste for leaving yet again. "As soon as I get the go ahead from management, I’ll be back. Or maybe we’ll bring you over to London for a bit, yeah?" He grins down at you, knowing how much you love spending time with him in the city.
You nod bravely, still holding the tears back, not wanting to open your mouth to say anything because you’re afraid you’ll cry again.
He puts one of his big hands behind your head, the other cradling your jaw and rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb, staring into your eyes again for leaning down into your small frame to kiss you gently but assuringly on the lips. He kisses you quickly once more before pulling away and whispering, “You won’t even notice I’m gone, love.”
He moves to get into the car, letting your hand fall from his. As he’s about to close the door, he turns back to you, looks you dead in the eye and says firmly, “I love you. Forever,” as if it was the only thing in the world he knew to be true.
The car pulls away and you numbly climb the stairs back to your front door.
You look out your window and realize that night had fallen sometime in your numbness and you’re at your desk not realizing how or when you got there. With the only thing on your mind being that his absence, you open your computer, seeing a sticky note on the screen with a note that says, “Thinking of you always. Love, H.” You peel it off and see your iTunes screen pulled up on a playlist that you hadn’t seen that morning when you had opened your computer. It was full of the songs you both listened together, every one making you want to smile, laugh and burst into tears at the same time.
You grab your laptop and walk over to your bed to set it down. As you put on one of his shirts he left on your floor, you crawl into bed, click play, and as the songs shuffle through easing you into sleep, you know nights might not be so bad this time around.
Oops… I haven’t written in a long time! Sorryyyyy! Anyways, if you have any requests, submit them to my ask :) this playlist exists irl, check for the link under this story’s tab xx