Relapse

Lies?

Miguel watches me get dressed,  and i know he knows hes messed up and he's not sure how to fix it. He steps closer to me, his hand reaching out to touch my arm.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I don't know. I get jealous sometimes and I know we've talked about it... It's stupid, I know."

He looks down at the ground, unsure of what to say next. "Can we talk about this? Maybe we can figure something out. I don't want to lose you."

I move away from his grasp and shake my head "I'm tired and just want to sleep, I don't want to keep talking" I say as I pass him and make my way to my bedroom.

Miguel nods, understanding that I need space. "Okay, I get it. But can we talk about this tomorrow? Please?" he pleads. "Sure" I say.

He watches me disappear into my bedroom, . He knows he's pushed me too far this time, and he's not sure if he can fix things.

Miguel steps into my bedroom, his eyes scanning the room for a moment before settling on me. He watches as I climb into bed, a small frown forming on his face.

"Can I sleep with you?" he asks, his voice hesitant. "I promise I won't try anything. I just...I don't want to be alone right now."

He steps closer to my bed, his hand reaching out to brush against your arm. "Please?" he adds, his voice soft. "I just want to be close to you."

I say yes but turn away from him as i settle into bed.

Miguel nods, grateful that I've agreed to let him sleep in my bed. He climbs in next to me, careful not to touch me as he settles in. He can feel the distance between the two of us, and it hurts...its hurting me.

He lies there in silence for a moment, I can feel him watching my back. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do better, I promise."

"Okay" I say as I dig my face into my pillow and start to silently cry to myself.

Miguel hears me start to cry. . He knows he's hurt ne badly, I don't even know if hates seeing me like this or loves it. He reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering over my back.

"Hey," he says softly. "It's okay. I'm here. I'll make it right, I promise."

I don't say anything as I turn and hold onto him, still crying into his chest.

Miguel holds me close, his arms wrapped around me tightly. He can feel the weight of his mistakes heavy on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his lips brushing against my forehead. "I'll make it right. Whatever it takes."

He holds me for a while longer, his fingers running through my hair as he murmurs soft reassurances. He knows he has a lot of work to do to earn my forgiveness, but he's willing to do whatever it takes...I hope.