Fast-forward x2
"Can you pass me the remote?" Brendon asks carefully.
"Can't you get it yourself?" You snap, keeping your eyes on the television screen.
"You're right next to it," Brendon points out. You still don't look at him.
"You were right next to your car key, and your phone, but you didn't bother to show up or call to explain why."
"I've already said sorry."
"I don't want you to say sorry."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you to tell me you weren't with her."
Brendon doesn't reply, silently answering all your questions. He missed your anniversary because he was with someone else. He missed the one day where you could pretend there was nothing wrong because he was with someone else.
He wants to explain, to tell you everything, but there isn't a way for him to do so without making things worse.
Fast-forward x4
"Pass the - "
You drop the remote on the sofa, in the gap between you and Brendon. He changes the channel, and you go to the bedroom.
You hear the front door slam shut. You stay up waiting for him to return, and when he does, you hope for him to come in and lie next to you, to tell you he still loves you, to listen when you tell him you still love him.
He sleeps on the sofa.
The remote sits on the small table in front of the TV, catching dust. No one seems to want to touch it anymore.
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Brendon Urie Imagines
FanfictionExactly what the title says. Comment requests, if you want:)) NO hate to any girlfriends/wives that I don't include in this book.
