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sunday x reader | sunday's revelation

Sunday x F!reader

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Sunday's Revelation

You walked into the quaint cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping you like a warm embrace. The familiar sound of Sunday's laughter drew your attention, and your heart fluttered as you spotted him sitting at the corner table, his eyes twinkling as he spoke with the barista.

Making your way over, you couldn't help but notice the slight tension in Sunday's expression, a shadow of worry crossing his features. "Hey," you greeted softly, sliding into the chair opposite him.

"Hey," he replied, managing a weak smile. His fingers toyed with the handle of his coffee cup, a nervous habit you'd come to recognize.

"Sundays are supposed to be relaxing, you know," you teased lightly, hoping to ease the tension that seemed to hang between you.

He chuckled, but it sounded forced. "Yeah, I know. Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind lately."

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. "You can talk to me, you know. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together."

His gaze met yours, and you saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the weight of whatever was troubling him pressing down on his shoulders. "I... I've been offered a job in another city," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart sank at his words, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut. "Another city?" you repeated, trying to mask the hurt in your voice.

"Yeah," he nodded, his expression pained. "It's a great opportunity, but... it means leaving everything behind."

You swallowed hard, struggling to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "What about us?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Sunday's gaze softened, his fingers intertwining with yours. "I don't want to leave you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "But I also don't want to hold you back."

Tears stung your eyes as you searched his face, seeing the conflict mirrored in his eyes. "I don't want you to go," you confessed, your voice breaking.

He reached across the table, gently wiping away a tear that escaped down your cheek. "I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "And no matter what happens, that won't ever change."

You leaned into his touch, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm.

As you sat in the cafe with Sunday, the weight of his revelation settled heavily on your shoulders. Thoughts raced through your mind, each one more terrifying than the last. The idea of Sunday leaving, of your lives being uprooted, was almost too much to bear.

You took a deep breath, trying to push aside the panic that threatened to consume you. "So, what are you thinking?" you asked, forcing yourself to focus on the present moment.

Sunday sighed, his gaze dropping to the table. "I honestly don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "On one hand, this job could be a game-changer for my career. But on the other hand, I can't imagine leaving everything behind."

You reached across the table, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "We'll figure it out," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "Together."

He managed a weak smile, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

The sincerity in his words touched your heart, and you felt a surge of love for him despite the uncertainty of the situation. "We'll find a way," you promised, determination shining in your eyes.

For the next hour, you and Sunday talked through the possibilities, weighing the pros and cons of each option. It was a difficult conversation, filled with tense moments and heated debates, but through it all, you remained united, your love for each other serving as a guiding light in the darkness.

Eventually, you both reached a decision, one that filled you with a sense of peace and clarity. Sunday would accept the job offer, but you would move with him to the new city, starting a new chapter of your lives together.

As you walked out of the cafe hand in hand, the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders lifted, replaced by a feeling of excitement and anticipation for the future. Yes, there would be challenges ahead, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of activity as you prepared for the move. Packing up your belongings, saying goodbye to friends and family, and making arrangements for the journey ahead consumed your every waking moment.

But through it all, Sunday was there by your side, his unwavering support giving you the strength to carry on. And as you drove away from the place you'd called home for so long, you felt a sense of hope blossoming in your chest, a belief that no matter what lay ahead, as long as you had Sunday, everything would be okay.

The new city was a flurry of sights and sounds, a vibrant tapestry of cultures and experiences that filled you with wonder and excitement. Sunday threw himself into his new job with enthusiasm, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride watching him chase his dreams.

But amidst the hustle and bustle of your new life, there were moments of doubt and uncertainty. The unfamiliarity of your surroundings, the distance from friends and family, and the pressure of starting over weighed heavily on you at times, threatening to overwhelm you.

But whenever those doubts crept in, Sunday was there to remind you that you were in this together. His love and support were a constant source of strength, grounding you in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty.

And slowly but surely, you began to find your place in this new city, carving out a life for yourselves amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. You made new friends, explored new neighborhoods, and embraced new experiences with open arms.

But no matter how much your surroundings changed, one thing remained constant: your love for Sunday. It was the anchor that kept you grounded in this new chapter of your lives, the guiding light that led you through even the darkest of times.

As you sat on the balcony of your new apartment, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. The journey had been long and challenging, but it had brought you here, to this moment, with Sunday by your side.

And as you leaned into his embrace, the warmth of his love enveloping you like a blanket on a cold winter's night, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had Sunday, you had everything you needed.