Solangelo One-shots.

No reason why.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" 

"Nothing." 

"Yeah, right. You only go and watch the sea at night when you're brooding." 

Even in the midst of my melancholy, I managed a weak joke. "I'm always brooding."

A quiet chuckle, that's all I managed from you. The gentle breeze wafted in our direction, and it seemed to carry away your laugh. 

"When you're brooding more than usual, then." 

I let your statement hang in the air. 

"Nico?" 

"I'm fine." 

I expected you to press, but you only sighed in exasperation. 

Why do you stay with me? I'm exasperating. Annoying. Not worth loving. I require too much effort. Too much time. I don't even guarantee my love to you either. 

So why do you keep staying with me? 

Tell me. TELL ME. 

Of course you'd never tell me. I never asked. All those words are stuck in my head, lodged in my throat forever. 

"You know I love you, right?" 

Fuck. Was I really that readable? 

"I don't know why though." I say, and stare up at the black sky as though I can care less about your answer. 

But I fucking care. 

I care too fucking much. 

"Why, you ask?" You laugh, again, but this time, it was lighter. 

It was like you heard a funny joke. 

"Obviously I'd ask." I pause. 

My words are getting stuck in my throat again. My tongue's all tied up. 

Before I could speak again, your warm lips descended on my neck. I shuddered, my eyes sliding shut in pleasure. 

"Because." 

Because what?! 

Because you're obligated to? Because you're forced to love me? Because you feel sorry for me? 

"I know, I'm not the easiest person to love. Sometimes..I just wonder why you're still here." 

"Wonder no more then. There is no explanation as to why I'm still here. I just am." 

My throat tightened when your lips pulled away abruptly from the back of my neck. 

No. No. I said come back. Please don't leave. 

"Stop looking for rational reasons why, Neeks. There isn't one." Your lips return, now on my wrist. 

"B-" 

"No buts. I promise you, I really do love you." 

I settle into your lap fully. "I can't promise you I believe it though." 

You laugh, sweeter this time. "Then I'll just have to make you believe it." 

End. 

Author's notes: I am still alive, yes. Sorry again, for the lack of updates, yeah? I've recently fallen into Riverdale and Ru Paul's Drag Race hell, so...yeah. Also, I'm really into poetry at the moment sooooo.......PLEASE DON'T KILL ME OKAY?? Anyways...love y'all, so so much. 

Thanks for 7.94k like fucking hell im shookered. 

Love, K. 

P.S. Art isn't mine, yeah? Credits all to owner. 

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