'Til Death do us Part // a Stolitz angst fanfic

Cheap Liquor - Part 2

TW: Alcohol

BLITZØ POV:

The moment I turn my back, a pit forms in my stomach. This is the first time he has slept alone since before the messages. Usually when he is drunk, he is glued to my side. Something is off.

I sit down on my bed, unmoving. Listening. For anything. For any reason for me to find my way back to him.

The bed feels cold without his presence beside me.

I know he'll probably be fine, but I can't help but worry about the bird.

I cant keep sitting here worrying, so I make my way into the kitchen. I take a quick count of just how many bottles Stolas had drunk.

Two... three... Jesus fuck.

There were four bottles missing. On the living room floor, presumably. I tidy up the kitchen a bit, simply giving my hands something to do. Giving my mind something to focus on besides the fact that normally, Stolas would be standing beside me cooking, or sitting at the table drinking some fragrant herbal tea.

Once the kitchen couldn't possibly have been more clean, I went into the living room, picking up the glass bottles off the floor. I put them up on a nearby surface.

I'll deal with those later.

I folded blankets. I placed the pillows nicely on the couch.

Everything was covered in his scent. It's not something I would usually notice, especially having been around him for two weeks.

When he isn't next to me, I miss him. More than just his presence.

I miss the way he walks. The way he talks. The way he moves. The way he smells. The way he tastes. The way his soft feathers feel against my skin.

I crave the feeling of his hand in mine.

I sit on the couch, staring into space just as he was an hour ago.

I feel so damn alone.

STOLAS POV:

The second I close the door behind me, I feel... almost sober. And not in a good way.

I lean against the frame of the bed, breathing heavily.

I hear Blitzø's door open.

Maybe he is coming in?

As soon as I hear his footsteps fade away, my heart sinks.

The reason I wanted to sleep separately from him is because I didn't want him to worry for me. He has spent the entirety of the last two weeks worrying about me, he deserves a break from my shit.

Especially on a night like tonight, he deserves a little peace of mind.

My face contorts, tears forming rapidly in the corners of my eyes. I bury my face in my knees, crying silently.

I want so badly for Blitzø to come in and hold me. I miss having him here to hold me.

But I can't do that to him. He deserves a night of peace. A night where he isn't beside me 24/7, a night where he can get some well-deserved alone time.

So here I sit, drunkenly crying into my knees.

I climb up into my bed, burying myself under my covers. I clutch onto a pillow, trying to keep myself quiet. I can't bear the thought of him having to go out of his way to attend to me more than absolutely necessary.

The royal purple bedsheets quickly become stained with my my tears, as does the pillow I grasp in my arms.

Every moment, I secretly wish for Blitzø to come in. But he never does.

I am all alone.

BLITZØ POV:

I stand up from my spot on the couch, deciding to come in and check on Stolas.

I need some sort of excuse to, though.

I grab him a glass of water and a small snack for when he wakes up and is inevitably incredibly hungover.

I silently enter his room, placing the glass of water on his nightstand, and the snack beside it.

I look over at where he should be.

He isn't there.

AUTHORS NOTES:

Shorter chapter this time, but don't worry! More is coming soon! As I mentioned in the last chapter, school has been kicking my ass (and I am four chapters behind in my book ToT), so I haven't had a ton of time to write. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, look forward to the next one in the coming days!