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wolfiecindy: love getting in fights with him😒

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Cindy's POV

I got off the phone with Stassie after complaining to her about Jack.

He's been out at the beach for the past three hours after the fight.

I had headed back to our air b&b and he hasn't come back yet so I think he's either ignoring or avoiding me.

I switched on the telly and put on a movie on Netflix.

I got a tub of ice cream and my blanket and got on the couch, watching the movie as I put my glasses on to see better.

About 30 minutes into the movie, I heard the front door open up and close.

It had to be G.

I also didn't feel like looking.

I listened to his footsteps as he made his way into the kitchen to get something.

I heard the fridge door open, then close.

I listened as he walks over to the living room where I was. He sits down on one of the plush chairs and I could feel him stare at me.

I decided not to even glance, although I was tempted to.

I felt his stare basically burning my skin off.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I paused the movie and put down the ice cream and spoon.

I slowly turned to look at him.

His eyes were red.

I gave him a confused look.

"G-"

"Cindy I don't know about this anymore." He started.

My eyebrows furrowed as my nose started to tingle.

Tell me this is a joke.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"This. This relationship I- I don't know Cin. It's not healthy." He tried to explain.

"I don't understand. It was a dumb fight Jack. Don't tell me you want us to call it off because of this dumb fight."

He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at his roots a little bit.

"I don't know." He looks at me intently.

"Jack." Tears gathered in my eyes. "You didn't want me that whole time did you?"

"Cindy of course I did. I fucking love you, I always have. And I always will. I'm just tired of fighting." He explains.

I look at the floor, head in my hands as I try to process what was going on.

I looked back up at him.

His eyes were still weirdly bloodshot.

"G have you been drinking?" I got up, walking over to him.

"Drinking, salt water in my eyes, all that shit." He mumbled.

I stood in between his legs as I looked down as him.

He looks up at me, giving me looks of hope.

I suddenly felt as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close and placing his head on my stomach.

"Jack please don't break my heart like this." I whispered, my voice cracking from the tears that started to gather.

"Cindy I never want to break your heart. I believe in us still." He mumbled.

I run my fingers through his hair.

"I do to." I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"We're not breaking up. Ever." He looks up at me.

His eyebrows furrow as he sees the teardrops on my cheek.

He quickly gets up and wipes my tears away, pulling me into a tight hug.

I hug him back.

"I'm sorry baby." He mumbles into my hair.

"I'm sorry." I looked up at him before kissing him.

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