aeipathy | one shot collection

make me feel better.

*Aubree's POV*

It's that time of the month again.

Not for me, my fiancée. She's been laying upside down on the couch all day, occasionally groaning and yelling for me to get her something.

She gets extreme cramps, and it makes me cringe whenever her face contorts in pain, which happens frequently. I just wanna take the pain away.

Eve, why the heck did you eat that apple?

"Babe, are you sure you don't need-"

"Yes! I'm fine! Just leave me alone."

My mouth snaps shut, feeling very hurt. That wasn't very nice. I take a deep breath, trying to understand that she is in pain and unhappy and she isn't meaning to be snappy with me.

"Okay..." I mutter to myself, walking out of the kitchen to our room. I don't like leaving her alone when she's in a bad mood sometimes, but that's what she wants.

I sit on the bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling. I pick up my phone, looking absent mindedly at Facebook and Instagram, sighing in boredom.

I put my phone down, sighing again, when my eyes are drawn towards the closet door. I feel drawn to the door and what's behind it, so I get up and wander over to it.

Turning the knob, my eyes find their way to the black case propped up against the wall. I pick it up and take it to the bed, unzipping the fabric and revealing the beautiful wooden acoustic guitar.

It's been a while since I played, I think as I drag my fingers against the frame lovingly. I take the guitar out, sitting on the bed and feeling an intense familiarity as it fits perfectly against my body.

I strum the strings, finding it to be extremely out of tune. My nose wrinkling, I tune it the best I can by ear, until the vibration of the strings becomes a unified hum. Grinning to myself, my fingers pluck the nylon, finding it's own rhythm.

Music instantly calms me, erasing everything around me as I just focus on the sound emanating from the guitar. I'm so engrossed in what I'm playing that I jump when I hear a floorboard creak.

My head snaps up to see Willow standing there in the doorway, watching me curiously.

"You haven't played that thing in forever," she murmurs quietly, sheepishly making her way over to me. She sinks down onto the mattress beside me, laying down on her side. She looks at me expectantly.

"What?"

"Play for me."

"O-okay..." I bite my lip, looking down at the strings. I start to play again, noticing Willow's eyes close as I play.

I play for a while until I let the last note fade out. Willow's eyes stay closed, and I figure she'd fallen asleep. Hesitantly, I set the guitar on the floor, laying beside her. I scoot closer until I can feel her breath on my nose, curling up against her body.

"What you played sounded really sad."

I jump at her voice; she obviously wasn't asleep. I look up at her and she's looking down at me, kind of sadly.

I shrug, looking down again. "I just play what I feel."

I feel Willow shift, and then her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. I close my eyes, taking in her scent.

"I'm sorry," she whispers after a couple moments of silence.

"Don't be, I get it," I reply, shaking my head and waving her off by laying my hand on her stomach. "Where does it hurt?"

She guides my hand where the pain is, and I gently massage her belly. She kisses my forehead, and I rest my head on her chest.

We stay like that until we both fall asleep, our breaths evenly in sync.