you and corbyn have been fighting a lot lately over the stupidest things, like who was supposed to take out the trash out, or who was supposed to turn the lights off before bed.
one night he came home drunk.
you got really mad at him, and even though you knew it wasn't a good time, especially because he wasn't sober, you couldn't help it.
the two of you started screaming at each other so loud you probably woke up half the neighborhood. you took hits at one another in the most vulnerable places.
a fight filled with swearing and name calling.
you felt like your relationship turned toxic in less than 10 minutes of fighting.
you were tired of arguing with him. with every harsh word that flew in the air you felt weaker.
so as corbyn went off to bed, you took a duffel bag and packed the first things of yours you could find, you shoved your clothes in the bag and left the house, leaving a note on the kitchen counter for corbyn.
in the letter you wrote that you couldn't take it anymore. fighting with him hurt you bad. it made you feel weak it caused you so many breakdowns, and you weren't sure you were mentally strong enough to go through anymore. you felt like letting him go was the best thing to do. for both of you.
//
that night you were devastated, so you went to your best friends apartment, hopping she'll know what to do.
plus, since your parents didn't live in the states, you had nowhere else to go and needed a place to crash.
you went to her apartment and rang the doorbell, she opened the door in her pjs, half asleep, rubbing her eyes.
y/b/f/n: "y/n? is that you?"
y/n: "yeah"
y/b/f/n: "what are you doing here? it's 3 in the freaking morning"
y/n: "i need a place to crash. can i?"
you said pointing inside
y/b/f/n: "yeah sure, come in."
you entered and placed your things in the guest room.
y/b/f/n followed you looking worried. she noticed something was wrong.
y/b/f/n: "what happened?"
you looked at your feet and tears scrolled down your cheeks,
y/b/f/n: "hey hey hey don't cry. i'm right here. what happened?"
you told her everything and she was shook.
y/b/f/n: "are we talking about the same corbyn?"
you sniffed and nodded.
y/b/f/n: "wow. i mean, i'm just... wow".
she got up and headed towards the bedroom door.
y/n: "where are you going?"
y/b/f/n: "to my room of course. you need some rest. go to sleep. i have work tomorrow so we'll talk when i get back; i'll leave a spare key on the kitchen counter"
y/n: "ok"
y/b/f/n: "oh and there's food in the fridge, take whatever you want. mi casa tu casa"
you let out a small laugh.
you were lucky to have a friend like her.
she gave you a hug and said goodnight.
she went to her room.
you got ready for bed and went straight to sleep.
//
corbyn woke up the next morning with a terrible headache, barely remembering what happened last night, he thought it was all a bad dream.
he reached out for you but you weren't there, so he called out your name, but there was no answer, so he went downstairs.
he found the note you left him and read it.
tears formed in his eyes.
he called your cell but it went straight to voicemail, so he decided to leave you voicemails after voicemails.
in them, he said that he's sorry, he didn't mean a word he said last night, he loves you.
he said he couldn't lose you, he couldn't imagine his life without you, you're all that matters to him.
you didn't call him back.
he also left you text messages.
{like the video}
after 2 days of worrying and panicking, corbyn decided to go to your best friends house,
y/b/f/n, cause it's most likely for you to go there.
//
it was 8pm, y/b/f/n and you sat on the couch both sipping hot chocolate she knew you loved, and watching your favorite movie to cheer you up.
suddenly there was a knock on the door.
y/b/f/n got up to see who's there, she looked through the peephole and saw corbyn standing there worried.
she turned around to you and whispered "it's corbyn", you quickly stood up and just as you did he knocked again and said "y/n, i know you're in there. please open up, we need to talk"
you looked at y/b/f/n and asked her, "what should i do?"
y/b/f/n: "i think you should talk to him, at least hear him out..."
y/n: "i don't know if i'm ready"
y/b/f/n: "he looks worried... i think you should at least hear what he has to say"
y/b/f/n went to her room, to leave the two of you alone.
he knocked again, "y/n, please..." he spoke softly.
y/n: "what?" you whispered weekly
corbyn: "y/n, i am so so sorry. please forgive me. i was a jerk to treat you like that, and to see only myself and my problems. it was wrong of me to take my anger out on you. it was wrong of me to fight with you all the time over stupid things. i was wrong. i was drunk and i am so sorry i hurt you along the way. the thing i care about the most. i can not imagine my life without you. please come back. i need you"
you started sobbing
he continued, "i wish i could hold you one more time, stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, tell you i love you, i'm so broken without you".
you didn't know what to do
you loved him so so much
but you were tired of getting hurt all the time.
you opened the door to see a a crying corbyn.
you looked into his teary eyes with yours,
y/n: "why is this so hard? i don't wanna fight all the time".
you started crying again
he embraced you with a hug. you cried into his chest and he stroke your hair. you looked up to him and he whispered "i love you" you connected your lips with his.
y/b/f/n: "AWWWWWWWW"
the both of you flinched when you heard that
y/b/f/n: "oh, oops, am i ruining the moment? sorry..."
all of you laughed.
it was 9:30pm
you packed your things, thanked y/b/f/n and hugged her goodbye.
you and corbyn walked home hand in hand,
and promised to stop arguing about stupid this and to talk your about problems with each other instead of drinking and cursing.
you were finally happy.
you loved corbyn and he loved you.
