Stories and Oneshots with OCs

Comfort

(I finally finished something yayyy)

It was late, probably four in the morning. The wind could be heard softly blowing against the window mixed with the never-ending traffic down below, and the thousands of Coruscant's city lights ever so slightly snuck in through the curtains. Hira was used to it, having lived in it his whole life. The sounds of the city were actually calming, it was difficult to sleep without them.

What had woken him up was the rustling and movement next to him. When he turned over and rubbed his eyes he could see Arlo hunched over and facing away from him. His hair was loose and fell down his back as he covered his face, elbows propped on his knees. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders shaking and his breathing uneven.

When they first moved in together, Hira thought it was a dream come true. A perfect life, waking up every morning right next to his partner. He couldn't have asked for more. Then they got engaged, and he didn't think it could get any better than this.

Suddenly, it had been difficult to find work. Being a photographer didn't pay enough, and he had to resort to finding odd jobs along with the bounties Arlo collected.

Then, he found out his Fiancé had been lying to him, working with a rebellion in a civil war his planet was going through despite voicing his concerns and specifically asking him not to.

Now, Gia is dead, and there's nothing Hira can contribute to help. Not like his partner is letting him anyway, only pushing him away further and further. It was like he couldn't have a conversation with him anymore.

"Arlo..." Hira whispered, reaching his hand out to him.

His breath hitched and he froze. He wasn't looking at him, but Hira knew he didn't need to anyway.

After not getting a response, Hira sat up, trying to scoot closer. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Arlo said in a quiet voice, almost dismissively. He wasn't even trying to lie anymore. "I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry." he whispered and quickly stood.

"No, no. Babe wait─" Hira reached out to stop him but missed. His partner didn't even turn to look at him before slipping out of the bedroom, the door sliding closed swiftly behind him.

Hira huffed, frowning, and put on his glasses before getting out of bed. He went over to the doorway and pressed the button to open it, expecting his fiancé to still be standing there, or maybe in the kitchen, but the only light on was to the bathroom down the hall, the door cracked slightly ajar.

Hira approached the bathroom door and stopped right in front of it. He raised his hand to knock, but the sounds coming from the other side had him hesitating. This was starting to become a habit. Arlo displaying clear signs of distress, Hira trying to comfort him, being pushed away and disregarding everything.

He could hear the faucet running while Arlo uselessly splashed water on his face, trying to rid himself of his red puffy eyes and flushed face. The man was obviously trying to be quiet but failing, and his heart sunk lower each time.

"Arlo..." Hira said softly as he slowly pushed the door open.

Arlo looked up and froze, staring at Hira in the mirror.

Hira's shoulders sank and his chest tightened as he stared back at him. He was in nothing but sweatpants, and Hira's eyes landed on his reflection in the mirror. The deep circles around his eyes and small red spots on his face, his hair a mess. Arlo looked so... vulnerable. It made him sick that the man he loved, his best friend, had been keeping everything to himself. Despite how many times Hira tried to get him to confide in him, he would always be brushed off and told that everything was fine, that he was handling it in his own way. It was bullshit, but he couldn't help him if he didn't want to be helped.