𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Breakup

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"A-are you..." Clove stuttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill out her eyes as she stepped back. "B-breaking up with me?" Her voice cracked as she finished the sentence.

"Clove, you know I love yo-"

"No!" Clove shouted, putting her hand up to stop his voice and approach towards her. "You don't get to tell me that. Not now."

"Clove, come on. I-"

"Nope!" She yelled, reaching for her bag. "If you want to say we're done, we're done. This is over." And with that she grabbed her bag and stormed out the door, making sure to slam it.

"You can't go anywhere! We took my car!" He shouted.

"I'll walk, asshole!" She hissed, already stomping.

She got out, but she wasn't thinking. Now where was she to go? The walk home would be long, and even harder considering it was 3 in the morning.

Then it hit her. She knew exactly where to go. She knew exactly who would open the door for her at such an hour.

And she was right. Approximately 10 seconds after she knocked on the door, he was there, opening it.

He scratched his messy blonde hair, rubbing his eyes and yawning before leaning against the doorframe, shoving his right hand in his warm Batman pajama pants.

His black compression shirt hugged him well, showing off his large muscles.

"Clover? What are you doing here so late?" He asked, still trying to wake up.

His expression immediately changed when he saw the tear-soaked Clove frowning up at him, her eyes wide in vulnerability.

He sighed, opening the door further for her. "Come in," he said.

"Thank you," she muttered, walking through the door. He shut it behind them and turned to her.

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate. You tell me about it. Alright?"

She nodded, following him into the kitchen and sliding into one of the chairs at the island. She sat there, fumbling with her fingers as he got out packets of Swiss miss and dumped them into his ridiculous Christmas mugs that said things like 'HO, HO, HO!' Or 'Feliz Navidad!' Or even 'Tis' the season!', though that one was super special to him, so it wasn't used very often. More for show.

He placed some water on the stove in a pan, waiting silently for it to heat up. The two just existed in the room, enjoying the way they could both just... be.

He finally took the pan off and poured it into the two mugs carefully, and Clove watched as the steam weaved its way through the air, inhaling the scent of peppermint hot chocolate.

The blonde took one mug and topped it off with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and rainbow sprinkles. Then he did it to the other mug.

He slid the drink over to her, then followed her to the living room, his hand lingering near her waist. When she sat down, he gently placed a blanket on her before setting in next to each other. He turned to her, ready to listen in.

"So, what's wrong?" He asked, frowning slightly.

"Umm, well..." she tried, swallowing and tapping her pointer finger on the hot mug. "It's about Ben..."

"What is it?" He asked again, staying calm and patient. There wasn't a single hint of anger or irritation behind his voice, and she could tell.

"We broke up. Well, he broke up with me. Then I said 'fine' and stormed out. I wasn't even thinking. I don't have the energy to go home. I don't know what to do, Cato. I really don't. I thought I was in love, I really did. I thought that maybe he loved me. I guess not. God, I feel so stupid! I should've known. Nobody would love someone like me, not by choice. I'm so stupid, aren't I?"