MENDED

thirteen

saylor

FLASHBACK
SAYLOR: 25 YEARS OLD

it's been roughly two hours since amari came to my apartment after he was off from work. we've just been sitting in the living room since then, though neither of us has said anything. recently, this is all we seem to do. we just sit with each other. it's always uncomfortable and tense.

i think we both, on some level, realize that if we were to talk, it would more than likely just end in an argument.

mine and amari's relationship has been on the rocks for a while now. it seems that we're always arguing and disagreeing about every little thing. during the past six months, we only had a handful of days where we didn't argue and where things between us actually felt good.

i looked over at amari as he let out a loud, deep sigh. he tossed his phone into his lap, then tilted his head back as he ran his hands down his face. he then pinched the bridge of his nose for a few moments.

he stood up, and he walked to the kitchen. i watched as he grabbed something out of the freezer, which wasn't opened yet.

"could you eat the leftovers from last night?" i asked. "you, once again, didn't tell me that you were eating out, so i made too much..."

he paused his movements. "why don't you ask me before you cook for two people? i don't know when you're going to cook, so i just end up eating out."

i stared at him in disbelief. "you know i almost always cook. if anything, you should ask me if i'm cooking before you go out and eat."

he let out a frustrated breath. "yeah, whatever. what did you cook last night?"

once i told him, he shook his head. "i don't like that."

my brows furrowed. "what do you mean you don't like it? how many times have i made it since we've been together? you've ate it every time."

"i mean, i'll eat it if i absolutely have to, but i'd rather not," he explained.

i stared at him with my jaw dropped slightly. i then rolled my eyes, and i walked to my bedroom. the door slammed shut behind me. i let out an annoyed breath.

i grabbed a set of clothes to change into, then headed to the bathroom. i took a shower to try and calm myself down. it only slightly helped.

once i had showered, and i had gotten dressed, i walked outside to the balcony that my room had. i leaned over the railing as i looked out across the city. i heard the door open, but i ignored it.

i felt amari place his hands on my waist. "don't touch me," i mumbled bitterly.

he sighed, but he still dropped his hands. despite this, he stayed standing where he was. both of us were quiet for a while.

"we're just not working anymore, are we, say'?" he questioned softly after a few moments.

i stopped. i turned towards him, and i looked up. "mari..." i trailed off in a mumble.

"it's okay," he gave a small, sad smile as he still spoke softly.

as much as i hated to admit it, i couldn't deny it. "we're not," i frowned as i crossed my arms over my chest.

he held his hand out, and i stepped closer to him. he brought me into a hug, and he rested his chin on the top of my head for a moment. "i'm sorry for being such a dick all the time," he sighed. "i just— i wish things were different. i'm sorry."

"me too," i mumbled as i buried my face into his chest.

he hugged me tighter. "i hope you know, that i still love and care about you so much, okay?" he swallowed. "if you ever need anything, i'll always be here for you, saylor. no matter what."

"i still love and care about you too," i pulled back, and i looked up at him. i searched his eyes. "you promise that you'll always be there for me?"

"i promise," he assured as he kissed my forehead.

•

a/n 👀

thoughts??

any predictions?

words:
706