Get it together, [Y/N]. Everything's going to be fine.
You're standing before the door to the apartment you share with your boyfriend, Sammy. The keys in your hand are making enough noise to probably give your presence away to your neighbors; a result of your shaky hands.
It's been a month since you've seen your boyfriend. One whole month since you were taken by complete strangers with unknown intentions. You were rescued after the first two weeks, to your relief, but your first instinct had been to go home to your parents; who'd been worried sick about their little one. After two weeks, though, being with your parents began to feel overbearing, and you missed your boyfriend.
So, here you were, trying to muster up the courage to enter your apartment. It should be easy. Hell, it should be bringing you relief but instead, you feel nervous. In the two weeks with your parents, you hadn't been able to find time to call Sammy, to let him know you were okay; and the police only called your immediate family upon finding you. Sammy is extremely understanding, but you worry. What if he's angry at you for not telling him sooner? What if he breaks up with you?
That won't happen, [Y/N].
Before you can give yourself a second to think further, you shove your apartment key into the lock and turn it. The lock makes an audible thunk as the door unlocks and swings open. You cringe a bit, you've always hated that lock.
"Sammy?" You say, too quietly for anyone but you to hear. You're nervous, scared even. The living room of the apartment is empty, so is the kitchen. Sammy must be in the bedroom.
You tiptoe to the door and push it open, rolling your eyes as it creaks. There, in the bed you've missed, is Sammy. He's curled, knees to chest, hugging a pillow; your pillow.
"Sammy?" You sit down on the mattress and touch Sammy's shoulder. He wakes up with a start, nearly making you fall off the bed. For a moment, his eyes are sleepy, dazed. In an instant, they become confused.
"[Y/N]?" Sammy's voice cracks, the way a voice does when someone's about to cry. He reaches out, gingerly resting his hands on your cheeks. Almost as soon as his skin touches yours, he bursts into tears.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I'm okay sooner, Sammy. I was with my family and-"
"I don't care [Y/N]!" Sammy cries, throwing his arms around you. "You're okay, that's all I care about. I thought I'd never see you again." He tangles his fingers into your hair.
"Well, here I am," You laugh, weakly, in an attempt to hide your own tears. "I'm back, and I'm okay."
"I'm so glad," Sammy smiles at you. Despite his red, puffy face, and the snot running down his nose, he still looks amazing. "Welcome home, [Y/N]"
