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I couldn't help but feel a heavy sense of angst as I sat across from my boyfriend, Dean, at our favorite coffee shop. The tension between us was palpable, and the weight of unspoken words hung in the air.
Dean glanced up from his phone and sighed, his eyebrows furrowed with frustration. "What's going on with you, Sarah? You've been distant lately."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. "I don't know, Dean. I feel like we've been drifting apart, and it scares me."
He leaned back in his chair, a mix of confusion and concern etched on his face. "Drifting apart? But we've been together for so long. What's changed?"
I took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I guess I've been feeling like we're stuck in a routine. We've stopped making an effort to connect on a deeper level. It feels like we're just going through the motions."
Dean's eyes softened, and he reached across the table to hold my hand. "I didn't realize you felt this way, Sarah. I thought everything was fine between us."
A pang of guilt washed over me, and I looked down at our entwined fingers. "I should have spoken up earlier. But it's not just about us, Dean. It's about me too. I feel like I've lost a part of myself in this relationship."
Dean's voice softened as he spoke, his words filled with sincerity. "I never wanted you to feel that way, Sarah. You mean the world to me, and I want us to be happy together."
I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. "I want that too, Dean. But we need to find a way to rediscover the spark that brought us together in the first place."
He leaned forward, his eyes locked with mine. "Let's make a promise, Sarah. Let's commit to being more present for each other, to actively listen and understand one another's needs. We can work through this together."
A glimmer of hope sparked within me, and I squeezed his hand tightly. "I believe in us, Dean. I believe we can overcome this and come out stronger on the other side."
As we sat there, in that coffee shop filled with the weight of our emotions, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination. Our journey would not be easy, but with open communication and a commitment to each other, I knew we could navigate the rough patches and find our way back to the love that brought us together.
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