stars, corpse husband

thirty two

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 !

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     Corpse knew he had fucked up. Which was why, a couple days after yelling at Nova, Corpse stood outside of the front door to her apartment, staring at the wood as if it would give him all the right things to say to the purple-haired girl he knew he hurt badly. 

     When Nova had run out of his apartment with no words uttered, Corpse felt regret immediately. Why it took him a few days to finally gather the courage to travel a couple hours to her apartment and possibly show his face? Corpse had no clue. He hated himself for it.

     Most of all, Corpse hated himself for taking out his anxiety over the amount of work he had on the one person who cared about him the most. The one he cared about the most. The girl he loved.

     Fuck, I love her, Corpse thought, still standing like a statue outside of her door, thoroughly freaking out an older man who was Nova's neighbor. But Corpse paid no mind. The revelation shook him. He had never been in love before, but deep down he knew he was deeply in love with the girl on the other side of the wooden door. 

     So, the deep-voiced man knocked once. Then twice, just for good measure.

     As Corpse waited for the door to open, he thought about the possibility of telling her that day. She would think I'm trying to make up for what I did, Corpse thought. No. I can't do it today.

     Corpse was too caught up in his thoughts to hear the unlocking and pull of the wooden door as it was opened by the girl occupying his thoughts. When he came out of them, his eyes widened upon realizing the sudden appearance of the purple-haired girl. 

     Nova leaned against the door frame with the door cracked just enough for her head to be visible. Corpse's breath was taken away by her beauty, despite her hair being unkept and her lack of makeup. But, he already knew she was naturally beautiful. 

     Finding himself straying from reality, Corpse jolted his thoughts headlong into the real world. He needed to explain himself.

     "Can I come in?" Corpse asked carefully, not wanting to upset Nova more than he already had. 

     "Um, yeah, sure," Nova answered with her eyes downcast, her voice cracking a bit, making her clear her throat. She swung the door fully open, stepping aside to let the taller man through. After Corpse was inside of the apartment, he could hear Nova close and lock the door behind him. 

     Nova made her way to her couch, gesturing Corpse to follow. And, after a few seconds, the two were comfortably sat a couple feet away from each other. Corpse could feel the tension in the air. He wanted it gone.

     "So, I'm gonna explain why I did what I did," Corpse explained. "But I don't expect forgiveness or empathy. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you."

     Nova nodded, letting out a small, "Okay."

     Corpse sighed, processing his thoughts for a moment before diving into the explanation he had been planning out in his head for the past couple days. "I haven't told you this, but lately I've been working on some important things. And they're good, but also extremely stressful. My anxiety has been so bad. I want my work to be perfect. When we were hanging out, I think all that just piled on to me. And I let it out on you. I feel awful about what I did, Nova. I'm so sorry."

     Nova stared at him for a few moments of silence, taking in his stressed face and his dark eyes filled with regret. And, she knew what she felt. "I forgive you."

     "Thank you," Corpse breathed out. "Can I kiss you?"

     Nova nodded, her once defeated expression dissipating with the crack of her grin. Corpse leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss on to his purple-haired girl's lips. And, as the two shared a couple more quick kisses on the couch, they knew that they would never want to be anywhere else.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

hi everyone! i usually don't do author's notes, as you may have figured out by now, but i felt it was important for this chapter in particular. i want to make sure everyone knows i'm not trying to demonize people struggling with mental illnesses. as someone who's been diagnosed with depression & anxiety, i have had times where i regrettably caused issues in a romantic relationship. this is where my thought process regarding this plot point came from. i hope that my true intention, which is to further educate people on this topic, is evident.