Growl || Reed900 ✔️

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•I realize I've done an oopsie. I forgot that Gavin lived it an apartment ;-; the chapter where the two fought was for a stupid house and driveway. Ahhh I can't believe I forgot. I know I should've put him in a stupid house. Sorry for the confusion if there was any. I might go back and rewrite a small part so it'll be in the setting of a apartment parking lot•

I pulled into the parking lot and shut the car off. I stayed there a minute, letting me collect my thoughts and emotions. It hurt a lot. My heart still ached and I still wanted to cry. Maybe letting myself cry would let me get my final tears out. Holding in tears isn't good. It gives me a headache. It gives me a worse heartache. Although I hate crying, I'd rather cry than hold it in.

My hands are gripping the steering wheel, staring forward at the trees that were planted by gardeners. Setting my head on the headrest, I let my leftover tears free, letting new tear build up. Sobs flee from my mouth as my head drops forward.

No words were spoken in those ten minutes of me letting my emotions free. Just cries of sorrow and sobs of endless torment. I had to drag myself out of the car. I felt overwhelmed with drowsiness and throbs of pain.

I needed warmth. Warmth from my home. Warmth from my cats. Warmth from Conan.

I traveled into the building and towards the elevator, feeling as though I were going down to Hell. Keeping my head down, I listened for the ding to sound and slowly trudged towards my apartment door. I rested my head against the door before fumbling for the handle.

"Gavin? Are you alright?" I hear Conan speak to me in a gentle voice.

I look up to meet his eyes and smile, nodding. He cautiously walked towards me and I fall into his arms, letting him embrace me.

"I let him go," my voice cracked in the middle. I let a stray tear free, but that was it. No more crying. No more sobbing. No more denial. I was sick and tired of it. I wanted to get better. It would take time, but I was willing to wait.

"Oh baby," he spoke softly, tightening his grip on me. I smushed my face into his chest, repeating the same words over and over.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you too," he said, kissing the top of my head with his perfect, pink lips. "Let's go eat, yeah? Spend a day in?" He suggested.

"That sounds amazing, Co. Thank you," I croaked, feeling happiness burst within my stomach and that overwhelming feeling come back.

I pulled away from him, feeling his hand slide over to my waist and place it on my hip. He walked me over to the kitchen and let me sit on a barstool while he brought me a meal.

"Ramen?" I question, surprised he didn't find a way to burn it.

"Officer Chen told me once that a good bowl of ramen always makes you feel better after a hard day. I figured you needed it today," he smiles.

I nod, thankful for my best friend, "thank you."

"Of course. So what movies are you interested in watching today? I set up a small bed-ish thing in the living room for us to lay on."

I take in a good stick of ramen (chopstick) before answering, "maybe cartoons? Monsters Inc. sounds good to watch. Maybe Lilo and Stitch too."

"Whatever you want, Gav. Today is your day."

•How was this?•