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corbyn stood in the kitchen typing away at his phone. he had been waiting patiently for his food in the stove to be done cooking, in order to enjoy supper with daniel. corbyn couldn't wait. the blond felt that his daniel was nearly back to him after one small action. maybe this would be more efficient than he thought!
corbyn laughed softly at his phone after his friend jonah had said something totally ridiculous and uncalled for. his blond hair flopped messily around his forehead as he set down his phone, walking to the set dinner table. he stood with a hand on his chin, a small pout forming upon his face.
everything was perfect, except for one thing, but he couldn't put a finger on it. corbyn tilted his head, small tufts of his fluffy hair falling over his face as a sound resembling a whine escaped his lips. what could it be? finally, a lightbulb turned on inside his mind as his eyes drifted over an empty vase in the middle of the table.
"daniel, i'll be back!" corbyne yelled, stopping for a moment, listening for a response. after receiving nothing, corbyn suspected the brunet had been sleeping and began walking down the sidewalk back into town. the blond found himself standing back at the flower stand he had visited just yesterday, the same elderly woman working.
"pink flowers once again?" she asked with a warm smile, already having a bouquet in hand. corbyn smiled a smile that anyone could fall for, his pearly white teeth shining even in the gloomy weather as he took the bouquet in hand. "thank you." corbyn spoke, turning away from the woman.
he began walking back home swiftly, allowing himself to break into a light jog in hopes of beating the possible storm that was approaching. he was terrified of storms, so as one could imagine, walking into his and daniel's house felt like a relief.
corbyn smiled lightly as he placed the flowers into the vase in the center of the table, standing back to look at them, being sure he picked the brightest he could. "pretty." he mumbled to himself, pulling off his hoodie.
"corbyn besson, where were you?!" daniel stumbled into the dining room where corbyn had been standing, a rag in hand as he coughed lightly. "i got you more flowers, dani." corbyn beamed happily, a goofy smile on his face as he pecked daniel's temple.
daniel's shoulders loosened, his nerves visibly untensing as he attempted to calm down his anger. he sighed heavily, shutting his eyes. "thank you, corbyn. but please don't leave the stove on next time." daniel walked back into the kitchen, throwing the entire pan of spaghetti into the trash.
"i'm so sorry, dani. i just wanted to have nice dinner, but i forgot to get you... flowers." corbyn dragged off his sentence as he had realized daniel's lack of interest in the current situation. "we can do it another night, love. i- promise." daniel stuttered as he walked away.
as daniel reaches his room, he collapsed onto the bed, no tears leaving his eyes. daniel truly loves him, but he was drifting away and he didn't know why. he was trying his very best to hold onto him. he didn't want to lose him. he couldn't.
∘◦❁◦∘ "got me begging for attention, all you do is roll your eyes."
