haze / afi

part 59. flowers and apologies

the morning had come around faster than violet thought it would. she got herself up, ate breakfast, put on clean clothes consisting of her beige sweatpants and usual green hoodie, slipping her starry converse on to drive over to ashton's house in.

the drive to his house felt strange. she felt nervous. having to pull up near ashton's house to take a breath before going onto his driveway. she closes her eyes, thinking about what she's doing.

come on violet, you can do this. he's your boyfriend, just talk to him.

she slowly pulls outside of the house, parking up her car. she picks up the flowers she bought for him, getting out of the car and slowly walking up to his door. she knocks a couple of times. to her surprise, it only takes a few seconds before the door opens.

ashton in black sweatpants and a tank top, hair messy, a small beard covering his chin and lower cheeks. she hasn't seen him like this before, he didn't look himself. but she couldn't deny that she likes the beard.

ashton's eyes widen for a moment, almost not believing that it's violet standing in front of him. her purple hair, new haircut, he's shocked to see how much has changed in the past week.

"hey," she greets before he can speak first, "sorry i didn't tell you i was coming over, i um—"

she looks down at her feet, clearing her throat before continuing. trying to gather her thoughts in hopes she won't say the wrong thing.

"i got you these flowers," violet holds them towards him, he takes them from her, a small smile appearing on his face. "i didn't know if you'd like flowers, but you always get me flowers, so i um, got you.. flowers."

she bites on her lip nervously, rolling back and fourth on the balls of her feet. ashton sighs out, a soft look on his face as he pulls her towards him for a gentle hug.

"thank you for the flowers, vi, they're beautiful." he presses a delicate kiss to her forehead. "come inside and we can talk, okay?"

she nods, walking past him into his house. she slips her shoes off, leaving them with his by the door. ashton leads her to his living room, placing the flowers on the table before sitting down on the sofa. he pats the space beside him, violet sitting down with his arm going around her shoulders instantly.

fiddling with her hands, violet decides to talk first, "i'm um, sorry, for walking out the way i did," she feels ashton's hand rubbing up and down her arm. "i just didn't know what else to do, i don't know what i would've done or said if i'd stayed. but, i'm sorry that i left, and i'm sorry for not being able to talk to you about what's going on, i'm sorry for being so awkward since we came home and i'm so sorry for not texting these last few days."

ashton looks down at her, seeing the upset look on her face, he never wanted or needed her to apologise for anything. he's the one that was in the wrong that day.

"you have nothing to be sorry for," he sighs. "i was being pushy in wanting you to talk to me, and i took my frustration out on you when i never should have. i'm so sorry, violet, for everything. for arguing, for shouting at you, i should've just listened to what was going on."

violet finally looks up at him, shuffling herself to lean on her side, "i still shouldn't have walked out though," she says. "we could've talked things out at the time but instead i ignored you for a whole week."

"which i deserved," he interjects. "i shouted when i know it makes you panic, you leaving so abruptly was the right decision and i understand completely."

she looks down again, this time holding onto ashton's other hand, fiddling with his fingers. poking them, squeezing the tips, finding anything to do so she can try and figure out what to say. yet no words come to mind, she's frozen, pretty sure her mind has just gone completely blank.