love crisis √

14 : ̗̀➛ the reply

"What the hell is this?" Y/n asks, lifting Albedo's phone and showing him the text Sucrose had sent.
"What are you talking about, my love?" He asks.
"Read it."
Albedo pauses and reads the message. He can feel his heartbeat increasing, his palms getting sweaty, and his breathing getting quicker.
"It...It's nothing. You don't have to worry about it. Let's just continue on with our dinner, okay?" He says, smiling nervously and taking his phone from Y/n's grip.

"You can't be fucking serious right now," Y/n scoffed.
"You know what, fuck you." They say, searching through their wallet and placing down money for their food before turning on their heel and leaving.
Albedo curses under his breath, he looks through his own wallet and leaves his own money. He chases after Y/n, who'd managed to get away just a bit before Albedo began chasing after them.
"Y/n! Y/n please! Hear me out," He picks up the pace in his step, eventually managing to halt Y/n by grabbing a hold of their arm.
"What the fuck do you have to say? Just get it over with," Y/n glared at the blond.
"Why did your ex-girlfriend message you saying she misses you and wants you to come over soon? What explanation could you possibly fucking give me, Albedo?" They retort.

Albedo hesitates but takes a deep breath.
"My love, please-"
"Don't call me that right now. You're on thin fucking ice." Y/n stops him mid-sentence.
"Y/n, Sucrose and I haven't seen each other in years. We'd been good friends for a while before she left. Naturally, we're going to miss one another," He explains, though he knows he's made it all up on the spot, and quite frankly? He's impressed with himself for coming up with all of that in such a short amount of time.
"I'm sure she asked me to come over soon so we could catch up some more." He finished.

Y/n's gaze softened.
With a sigh, they spoke, "I'm sorry I-" They looked away, taking a moment to gather their thoughts. They weren't all that quick to believe the blond male's words but it did make sense. "I was overreacting. I'm sorry, Albedo." They said.
Albedo smiled back.
"It's alright, my love. I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt my love for you." He said.
"Nonsense," Y/n hugged him, burying their face in his chest.
"It's just me and my stupid thoughts. I'm really sorry." They mumbled.
Albedo chuckled, stroking the top of Y/n's head before placing a kiss on their forehead.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Let's go home, yeah?"

-

Later that night, while they'd gone to bed, Albedo couldn't sleep. His eyes remained opened, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts wondered off to Sucrose. What was she doing right now? Was she asleep? Maybe she was still doing her night routine. Albedo still remembered it, he wondered if she had made any adjustments to it? His thoughts were broken by Y/n shifting, cuddling up to him. Albedo looked toward them. They looked so peaceful sleeping. He felt so...wrong, so disgusted with himself. His partner was right there with him, the love of his life was sleeping right next to him and yet, he was thinking of someone else.

He got up slowly, careful not to disturb Y/n. He put on a pair of slippers before heading to the kitchen. Perhaps a cup of tea would help him sleep. As he waited, he went back to the bedroom and looked at his phone. He walked back to the kitchen and sat on a nearby chair. He stared blankly at the unanswered message from Sucrose.

The man sighed, "I'm so fucked."

I'll see you tomorrow.

To Be Continued