OH MY GOSH SOMETHING THAT IS ACTUALLY FICTION

Keys

(Y'know, I said that one part was enough for this story. It's not, so here you go, Another chapter.)

You've got to get over her sometime, Hunter. Yet you haven't yet. Why is that, hm?

"I don't know." He answered himself aloud. He had been staring at the ceiling of his house for the past half hour. 

It used to be our home until she left me.

He heard someone calling him from somewhere that wasn't the depressing environment that was his room and mental state. Groaning, He sat up and walked- albeit slowly- to the door, down the hall, and into the front room, where the front door was open.

Guess who was standing there?

Here's a hint- Hunter nearly had a mental breakdown the moment he saw her. 

Willow.

Now, you may be wondering how she got into the house in the first place. Hunter was wondering the exact same thing.

"How did you get into my house?" Hunter asked. you look like an idiot, just standing there. Do something. Move, Hunter. "I still have keys to your house. I- I thought I'd return them." Hunter nodded. "Y-yeah, ok. That makes sense." He moved forward to grab them, briefly touching Willow's hand. 

Hunter blushed a little. He felt like he was 16 all over again-  blushing over the slightest of touches from someone he was (for some reason, still) in love with. He stood there awkwardly. Why is this so weird, I'm standing in my house. She should leave, right? Why is she still here?

"I'll, Uh, go now.  Bye, Hunter. It was nice to see you." Willow smiled, turning to leave. Hunter wanted to grab her wrist, to stop her and tell her to stay. But he didn't. He just stood there, watching her leave.

"Goodbye..." He sighed. He knew that sitting on the couch and wallowing in self-pity and sadness wasn't healthy, but that's exactly what he did. He knew he should go outside and do something productive- Like take a walk. Or catch up on work he'd missed because he couldn't get over one person. 

He hated himself for that.

His mind flashed to a time he'd gotten in trouble for not being able to complete a mission the way the coven wanted him to complete it because he'd gotten injured. He at least had a valid reason to not be able to, and he'd actually gotten it done then.

He hugged his knees to his chest, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. Don't cry, you're a full-grown adult. Despite telling himself this, he felt hot tears fall down his cheeks. He choked back a sob before giving, letting himself sob into his knees.

Why am I like this...

(A quick shoutout to @IplaytheClarinet333 for bugging me about updating this literally every day lol)