"Somebody said every day was gon' be sunny skies"
As you laid in your plush bed staring out into the darkness of the night a wave of sadness overcame you. Thoughts of uou and Prods last fight haunted you like a bad dream.
"We started discussin' it to fightin' then don't touch me please"
One minute you were coupled up and enjoying each others company. In usual fashion Prod said something a bismol and things escalated. Typically you wouldn't be so distraught but something about this fight felt different. His actions told you he'd be back like usual but the look in his eyes made you feel that was his final goodbye. He hadn't called in a week and your attempts were to no avail. Your confidants tried assuring you you will be back to the usual in a matter of time but you felt otherwise.
"If I gotta cry to get to the other side, let's go 'cause we're gon' survive oh"
You couldn't fathom a single thought, breath or day without Prodigy. He was the ying to your yang. The Clyde to your Bonnie. As you held yourself close, feelings of regret replaced that of sadness. All the time you both spent arguing were time wasted.
"When the smoke clears we dry our tears"
Suddenly your phone went off, playing a familiar song. He was calling....
You watched as the phone rang continuously. His favorite song danced in your ears as it blared from your iPhone speakers. It was abruptly interrupted by the signal of a missed call. You wanted to pick up but you were afraid- afraid of the outcome. This was unlike any fight you guys had. Your fear of the end crippled you. The phone went off again signaling a voicemail. Out of impulse you reached over and picked up your phone. You put the phone to your ear to hear the message he left.
"Hey... um... It's me. Look, I don't like how this argument went down. I got so heated I actually considered leaving... For good"
You clutched your sheets tightly at the mere thought of him leaving as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.
"[Silence] man... We shouldn't be arguing at all. Its so stupid. its not like it's over anything serious anyway!", he chuckled
There was a brief silence followed by a deep sigh.
"I love you, [YN]. Don't ever doubt for a second that I don't. We just gotta cool it. Make love not war." You cracked a smile as you could hear the devilish grin that he must've had on his face from that statement. "I'm genuinely sorry baby. Look, I'm not going to hound you like I normally do after our fights. I'm going to give you time to simmer and just give me a call when YOU ARE ready. Love you"
That signaled the end of his voicemail. You sat on your bed in deep contemplation for a few minutes before you finally decided to call. He answered on the first ring. "[YN].....", his deep voice bellowed from the other end of the line. You hesitated for a little regretting that you called so soon. "Hey.... I got your voicemail. I think we should talk.", you said lowly. Suddenly a knock at your door interrupted your conversation. You got up and opened the door. Much to your surprise there stood Prod, phone to his ear. You tried your best to conceal your shock but your gasp gave way. Prod chuckled softly. "What took you so long?", he asked as he leaned on the wall. You giggled and extended your hand taking his into yours. "I'm sorry.", you said looking into his eyes. He leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips. "Me too.", he said before pulling you in for a warm embrace.
"Only in love and war"
