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corbyn smiles to himself as he walks in the middle of the road. it was oddly empty today, no cars passing through the usually busy city. the bright sun beats down onto corbyn's exposed arms, as it had finally become warm enough this spring to go out without a jacket.
there had been a small breeze that would pass every once in a while, corbyn's blond hair blowing delicately through the wind. the oh- so familiar scent of the flowers tight in the palm of his hand filling his nose as he walks.
it's become such a habit these past few days, other thoughts not even crossing his mind as he wakes up in the morning. daniel comes first; always. and he was to keep it that way, whether daniel felt the same towards him or not.
approaching his apartment building, corbyn hummed quietly to the song playing through his airpods, occasionally mustering up the courage to sing his favorite parts to himself.
"perfect timing." corbyn spoke as his music ended just when he walked through the door to his home. he continued his normal routine; take off his shoes, do the dishes if they're not already done.
once he was done, corbyn retrieves the flowers he had briefly set upon the counter, ready to bring them to his lover. he walked gingerly up the steps towards their room, past the hall bathroom.
he knocked a few times, but hadn't received a 'come in' in return. after a few more knocks with no response, corbyn pulled his phone out of his back pocket. the screen read eight -forty three, so he assumed daniel must still be sleeping.
corbyn walked away slowly to his room, his eyes staying on his lock screen; a picture of daniel kissing his cheek as they sat on a plane. the day they moved together. corbyn's heart fluttered, laying back onto his bed as he thought about his favorite memories with the boy.
the time they went to the beach and skinny dipped, the drive-ins, when daniel would take care of him when he had a cold. their love had been so strong, and corbyn only hopes it would be restored.
time seemed to pass by fairly quickly as corbyn checked the time once again; twelve - thirty two. he was definitely up by now. corbyn became giddy as he practically skipped towards daniel's door.
"dani." corbyn spoke softly as he knocked on the door. he heard a muffled groan from inside and took that as a sign to come in. "morning, love." corbyn smiled sweetly, seeing daniel hiding his face in a pillow, blocking the sun.
"i want to sleep." daniel groaned once more. "but, dani." corbyn began, dragging out the word. "i got you flowers." corbyn's hand caressed the boy's back, his finger nails scratching ever so lightly. "leave 'em on the desk."
"what's wrong, dani?" corbyn asked with slight attitude as he placed the flowers sloppily on the desk. of course, he didn't mean to come off as aggressive, but that's exactly what it had sounded like.
"just leave me alone today, please." daniel's voice was stern as he flipped over in the bed. "i'm just trying to help-"
"i don't need your help, there's nothing wrong. please go." daniel had enough of the blond's 'whining'. corbyn stood frozen, wondering what he had done wrong for daniel to act out.
"i'm sorry for what i did. i'm sorry." corbyn spoke timidly, although he hadn't known what he was apologizing for. "you're not forgiven."
