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lol hi i've been inactive for such a long time

i'm sorry for the delay, but my exams are over so expect more updates (hopefully)

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the boy sat huddled in his blankets. the comfy down of the fluffy beige blanket gave him the warmth and comfort that he so badly yearned for. 

he had gotten back home from work, walked into their house and yelled for his husband like he usually does. instead of a breathy, soft voice answering him back, silence welcomed him as he stepped foot into the abode. 

its been a good year, he thought, bitterly. 

it had been a good year. they went places; they cooked together, almost destroying the kitchen in the process; they sat on their bed and talked to each other, telling one another their hopes and dreams, plans and weaknesses.
they painted an image in their minds of creating a beautiful family. 

guess that didn't work out. 

his icy blues darted around the brown-beige themed room. the window was open, allowing the cool night air to blow in, causing the curtains to engage in a delicate dance, a blur of white against the dark of the room. 

ah, such memories. 

the first time they admitted they liked each other was here. 
after all, this was daniel's family home. he kept it after his parents, sister and brothers moved away. 

the first time daniel asked corbyn out on a date. 
the blonde had been so ecstatic that he had jumped for joy and ended up faceplanting on the hardwood floor. 
daniel chuckled softly at the thought.

the time they had given themselves to each other. 
it was a night full of love. and daniel missed the simple intimacy that they once shared. 

this room, this very room, was the place that daniel had written his love a letter to come meet him at the park which had pretty pink bougainvilleas in bloom, where he stood with a box in his hand, where he had asked corbyn to be the one he got to love and cherish for the rest of his life. 

but now the bougainvilleas were not in bloom. 
they were withered dead because of the cold. 

much like their love. 

the front door closed with the slightest creak. 

corbyn was back home. 

usually, the brunette would walk down the stairs, a giant smile etched on his face, ready to greet his husband with hugs and kisses. 

alas, daniel remained static on his bed -their bed.
he could not bear facing the teal orbs that he fell in love with. 

saving himself from the heartache, daniel once again let his eyes flutter across the bedroom. 

a photograph sat on the table not too far from him. 

finally, a grin lay on his face. 

it was their wedding day picture, the both of them holding hands as corbyn gazed downwards; daniel pressing a kiss to the blonde's temple. 

it was a simple picture, but it held so much meaning. 

his azure eyes filled with tears. minuscule beads of salty Adam's ale fell from his eyes as he yearned to rush downstairs and hold his husband in his arms. he wanted to kiss his forehead. he wanted to regain the feeling of euphoria that he felt whenever he placed his lips upon corbyn's pink ones. 

but he couldn't.

it was as if daniel was the only one who still held onto their love. the tawny haired boy was still very much in love with the faux blonde. yet, it seemed as though the flaxen maned man was no longer in love with daniel. 

it pained him. 

a wretched ache, stating off dull, but gradually becoming greatly unbearable manifested itself in daniel's heart, the pain now so immense that daniel hoped to reach his hand to where the pang was , in his chest, and rip it out of his system. 

he didn't do it though. 

that ache, pang of sadness, was what told him that he still was in love with corbyn.

the brunette let himself get comfortable under the blankets for that was all the warmth he would receive now. 

he let his cerulean orbs flutter shut, the boy then falling asleep to a thousand memories playing like a motion picture in his mind.

downstairs, corbyn was sat on a couch, a mighty smile decorating his face, unaware that his husband was breaking just a few footsteps away from him. 

his smile only grew bigger when another voice called back at him from the phone held close to his ear. 

"hello to you too, chrissy", corbyn responded back. 

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