aeipathy | one shot collection

don't be mad.

*Aubree's POV*

I sit on the bed, my arms crossed and angry.

Willow and I got into a stupid fight again; I don't even remember what about. We ended up screaming at each other over the most random things, and long story short Willow is sleeping on the couch and I'm in our room.

The regret is starting to set in since I'm alone, and I bury my head in my hands, wishing that fight never happened and that it was just a bad dream. Although, I still am mad at the way she acted; her outburst didn't make sense to me. And mine probably didn't make sense to her.

I wish we could understand where the other was coming from more easily instead of bursting out in anger all the time.

I'm brought back to reality from hearing a soft noise by the doorway. I look up from my body barrier, seeing Willow standing at the door with her blanket in her hand.

I feel a pang of guilt, seeing the empty expression on her face and the doubt that whatever she's going to do won't end the way she's wanting it to. I eye her wearily as she walks closer to me, avoiding my eyes.

I don't move, anger still not all the way gone. I stay silent.

Willow sighs, still not looking at me but sits on the edge of the bed, her back to me. I'm debating on whether I should say something, but all words have left my brain and my mouth has turned dry.

The silence seems to drag on for hours, although its probably only been a couple minutes. I study her slouched back, the ragged rising and falling of her breath, her matted hair sticking out in weird places from laying on the couch. It's all beautiful to me, and I want to say I'm sorry, but those words just don't feel right.

Her arm moves to rub her eyes, and in one movement she's facing me on the bed, crawling up next to me. Wordlessly, she wraps her arms around my chest and pulls me backward so we're laying on the bed next to each other, Willow's body not actually touching me other than her arms.

I'm kind of frozen to the spot, shocked that she did that. I glance down at her, and her big brown eyes are looking up at me sadly, and I throw all my anger out the window as I wrap my arms around my love's back and pull her closer, so her body is on top of mine. I kiss her hair, rubbing my hands down her shaking arms. I hear her sniffle, and I squeeze her tighter.

"Baby, don't cry. It's okay, I'm not mad at you," I whisper into her hair, but all she does is shake harder and the tears start to fall, making my shirt wet, but I don't care.

We lay there holding each other for a while, her tears slowly stopping. I feel really bad for making her cry, I never wanted to do that. I never want to do that.

I tuck my finger under her chin and tilt it up a bit so she can see me, and her red rimmed eyes and nose makes my heart break. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm-"

"No, I'm sorry," she interrupts me, wiping her nose. "I shouldn't have gotten mad."

"I shouldn't have gotten mad, either."

"But if I weren't-"

"No, babe," I shush her quietly, "it wasn't your fault. It was mine."

She cranes her neck more to look me in the eyes, tracing her thumb over my lips. "But it was my fault."

I shake my head, leaning forward and pecking her lips softly. "How about it was both of our faults?"

"Alright," she mumbles, resting her head back on my chest and sighing. She hugs me, kissing my chest and snuggling closer.

I close my eyes, feeling tired but happy that we made up. When I feel Willow's breathing even, indicating that she fell asleep, I feel myself nodding into dreamland, and I let it take me.