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corbyn laid upon his bed, allowing the chilled breeze of the wind blowing though his window to hit his face. the brisk air felt amazing, as corbyn felt he could finally breathe. with his nose pointed to the ceiling, eyes closed, hands laying upon his stomach, he let out a sigh.
the past few weeks have been pure hell for the blond. and he hoped that daniel felt the same way. daniel, was otherwise known around the small town as corbyn's boyfriend. he was truly a lovely and handsome man- at least, that's what the elderly women down at the cafe say on the early saturday mornings he and corbyn would visit.
the two were a team; always staying by eachother's side, never letting go. it had been obvious the two were passionate for eachother, their love stronger than any other. except for now. now, daniel was barely seen with corbyn walking down the streets, stopping at the small pop up flower shops. and when they were together, they wouldn't talk, nor hold hands. instead, daniel would type on his phone.
corbyn laid awake every night in his own room, thinking about his relationship and how it had suddenly gone downhill. own room. corbyn had made the decision to move into the guest room of his and daniel's house after the brunet had come home late without telling him. sure, eight to nine o'clock was an occasional thing with work, but three in the morning was not.
this had happened on multiple accounts, but it was the fourth time that corbyn had finally had enough. the first night sleeping alone was tough. corbyn would hug the sheets tightly, wishing for the same warmth daniel gave him, tears streaming down his face, his sobs loud. what hurt most was the fact at he couldn't hear sobs from daniel, but laughter over the phone.
corbyn dreamt of how their relationship would be if they had been fine. smiling, laughing, cuddling. oh how he missed it. it broke him that daniel wasn't around him as much, yet they had been living in the same house. corbyn could only put the blame on himself, it's daniel's decision as he must have a valid reason.
upon answering questions and questions in his head, corbyn finally had a plan. he would win daniel back, easing his way back into the love he had never lost. it would start tomorrow. that night, corbyn fell asleep with a smile, listening to the familiar sound of rain softly tapping against his windows.
∘◦❁◦∘ "i'm tired of this and it's starting to rain."
