Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Confessions I Didn't Want (Part 2)

Aris’s P.O.V

“Love you too.”

She didn't say I love you. She always says I, but she didn't. She didn't say I so she doesn't love me now.

I didn't want to make her upset. I didn't want to make her angry. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I didn't want to do whatever I did.

I just had to say something before I blew up. I couldn't keep bottling it up, because if one thing set me off that would be it. Forever.

I didn't sleep. I just kept my eyes shut and silently cried until I ran out of tears. I just cried until I was too drained to even move. I just laid there, curled up in a ball, as I regretted saying anything.

She doesn't love me. She didn't say I so she doesn't love me anymore.

Hearing her quiet footsteps by the door, I debated just admitting that I was awake. Then, I realized that it didn't matter. Not really.

As she crept in the room, I just stayed in that same position. With my eyes closed and everything, I didn't even mean to fake being asleep. I just didn't know how to get up.

“You awake?”She whispered, walking over to my side. Staying silent, I just listened as she sighed. “I was hoping you wouldn't be,”She quietly admitted, pushing some of my hair out of my face before wiping my mostly dried tears. Balling my hands up, I resisted the urge to let more spill. “I'm sorry I didn't sleep next to you. I know that I always do, but I really did need to just think about everything. I had to wrap my head around it all so that I didn't end up saying something that wasn't true. I didn't want to hurt you in a way that can't be fixed,”She whispered, leaning closer and kissing my forehead. “I love you, my beautiful boy,”She assured me, wiping away more of my tears before pulling away completely. “I’m going to go make breakfast, but I’ll see you when you wake up. When you do, you can tell me anything you need to. Anything at all, and I’ll listen. It’ll just be you and I, and this time I’ll find the right thing to say,”She finished, standing up and leaving, quietly shutting the door on her way out.

She still loves me. She loves me. She loves me, and she said everything I didn't know that I needed to hear.

I love her too. I love her so very much, no matter what she does.

But I also don't think she could do any wrong so there's nothing to even worry about