boundaries [s.m]

chapter forty-five

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three weeks had passed since shawn got back home. he had recovered pretty well considering the circumstances between him and aria, however he still didn't understand why he said and did what he did.

shawn sat on the edge of the couch, ready for the day ahead. he was dressed in a black button up shirt, black trousers, and a denim jacket over that. he sat down, fiddling with the necklace around his milky skin, as he glared out of the window.

aria was gone.

she was still living in the condo, still muttering words to shawn every so often, but she was completely gone. it was like she was an alien to shawn; she only talked when she had to, but other than that she was completely silent to him.

it was fair though, and shawn knew it. he knew he was completely out of order to her, and it was fair for the way aria was reacting. she was hurt, she is hurt.

shawn sighs softly, standing up from the couch, and walking to the kitchen, slipping off his jacket, and instead starting on breakfast for the two of them. he must at least try to make things right between them, after all, they live together.

he prepares a quick breakfast of avocado on toast, and in addition makes two french press coffees, so as soon as aria is ready, they can have breakfast together, and possibly talk properly, since it's the first time shawns going out since after the accident.

aria steps out of their bedroom, fully dressed, but a towel on her head. shawn smiles sadly at her, as she notices the breakfast laid out on the island.

"you didn't have to make breakfast," she smiles gently at him, walking over, and greeting him with a sweet kiss. "morning."

"how was your sleep?" he asks back, shocked at the affection arias giving him. it's the first proper kiss he's been given by aria for the past three weeks.

"really good thanks, i rested well," she says softly. "how about you?"

"pretty restless," he shrugs, as aria frowns slightly, looking at shawn concerned.

"you haven't been sleeping well at all, shawn, go back to bed, you don't have to come with me to see my parents today," aria says gently to him, bring her hand to his head, brushing away the curl that has fallen down.

"no, it's fine," he mumbles, looking down at aria, who seems so effortlessly beautiful to him. "i want to go see your parents, i-i need to talk to them anyway."

"they can always come here, shawn, we don't have to go out," aria says to him. "have breakfast, forget the coffee, and go back to sleep," she says warmly. "come on, i want to show you something."

"aria?" shawn questions, as she sits down at the bar, opening up a book on the table.

"yeah?"

"are you okay?" he asks softly, looking at her with warm eyes.