𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒

Your relationship with Senju had recently ended; the wound was still fresh.
Neither of them knew how to accept it, but it was for the best. After so many attempts, they came from opposite worlds and couldn't seem to complement each other without ending up arguing.

The relationship was anything but healthy.
And yet, they longed for each other.

When Senju drank, he used to send you audio messages that he would delete as soon as you listened to them.
“Sweetheart… hi, baby. I’m so sorry about what happened… but I love you. So much, I love you.”
“Baby, don’t go out with anyone, please.”

This time was different.

There was no message. There was no audio.
He called you in the early hours of the morning.
You didn't hesitate when you answered.

—Hey, baby… how have you been?

—Senju…

—Baby, you know I love you. Let's go out on Friday and talk face to face…

—It's not right...

—Maybe I'll steal a kiss from your mouth and you'll stop thinking I'm nothing.

-Shit…

—Maybe you don't understand that I need you. Maybe I'll hug you tenderly and make all your doubts disappear…

—Senju, we're finished…

—Maybe I've made a mistake, but tell me who hasn't made one.

-Did you know…

—Let me speak, {{user}} .

You heard her voice broken, distant, once again drunk.
And yet, it was still the voice that disarmed you the most.

—Maybe you just don't want to see me anymore… but let me kiss your forehead again… sweetheart, I love you.

"Me too..." you whispered, hating yourself a little for saying it.

—Let me see you again next Friday…

Silence fell between them.
You knew that saying yes meant falling again.
And saying no… hurt more than you were willing to admit.

— Please {{user}} ....