I knocked on the wooden door as gently as possible, stroking my fingers over my bruised knuckles after. Hissing softly, shifting despite the pain it shot through my belly.
I furrowed my brow down at the red, scabbing cuts along them, knowing he wouldn't be happy.
The door clicked open, the noise slow and faint, and I timidly met the ocean blue gaze watching me.
They were blank, glazed over with something unreadable.
Nothing like the shining sapphires I could recall so fondly. The ones that came with giggled sentences and big grins.
" Corbyn," there was no fight in him. He just looked exhausted, as if he had lived a thousand lives and each new one was worse than the last. With his pale skin and dark bags.
" I chose you," I whispered as a greeting. My jaw throbbing angrily at the motion, aching in its socket.
He would have to take me to the hospital.
" What?"
There was little, tiny spark of what appeared to be hope that shone in his gaze for a millisecond or two, then it was gone.
But the mere possibility that it was there almost made the pain worth it.
" You told me to choose. And I choose you, Daniel."
There it was.
A smile.
It was smaller than I remembered, but no less genuine. The smile I had yearned for after all these years.
Seeing him like this, so truly and unapologetically happy, no matter how small, made it all worth it.
All the hits he would never know about that had brought me here, back to him.
Back to where I had always belonged.
I just wished it hadn't taken me so long to get here, back to who my heart had always been beating for.
" I choose us."
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Crying Out
RomanceInspired by Crying Out For Me by Mario ♤ " Dani... not now. Please." " That's what you always say." ♤ It's so soft, so desperate. No wonder you can't hear it. But... its your heart, crying, begging. Maybe its always been there? Is it why I was drawn...
