It was past 12am and you were still waiting for Kylian
They had just won a match against (team name) and had gone out to celebrate. He said that he would be back by 11 but it seems not.
You waited anxiously at home for Kylian to arrive. As the hours ticked by, you started to get worried. Where was he? Why was he so late? You just couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.
Finally, Kylian walked through the door, looking exhausted and apologetic. Your anger flared up and you crossed your arms and shot him a stern look.
"You're late," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
You knew Kylian had a habit of losing track of time, especially after matches, but this time it felt different.
Kylian tried to explain himself, "I'm sorry, I got caught up in the locker room talking to the coach-"
"Is that all?" You interrupted, your voice sharp. "You couldn't find 5 minutes to text me and let me know you'll be late?"
"I'm really sorry," he said, his voice softer now. "I should have let you know."
You softened a bit at his apologetic tone, but you were still a bit pissed. "Why is it so hard for you to send a simple text?"
Kylian takes a step closer, looking at you with sincere eyes. "You're right." he said quietly. "And I'm sorry."
You decided to forgive him as you see the genuine remorse in his eyes. "I just worry about you," you said, your voice much softer now.
Kylian closed the gap between you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I know, and I promise to be more thoughtful from now on," he said, holding you close.
You felt the tension melt away as she buried her face against Kylian's chest. "I just get so worried," you confessed, your voice muffled against his shirt.
Kylian stroked your hair softly, his heart feeling heavy with guilt. "I know, and I'll do better," he said, holding you close. "I love you."
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