My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Some Hearts Never Heal, Never Move On

* I apologize, this was done a while ago and I forgot to put it up. It was supposed to go up before the Rythna, so sorry. :) But it is here, sorry about the delay! Up next is a Hatsome! Woo!

Smornby: Exes Meeting Again After Not Speaking For Years

I pull my phone out, making sure I have the right apartment before knocking. The person who opens the door is a person I didn’t think I was ever going to see again. A person I haven’t seen in years, the last time us parting on not good terms.

“Are you Chris Trott’s roommate?” I know I have the right room but cling to the hope this is the wrong room.

“Yea, Trott should be here soon. Come in,” I step past Ross, entering the small apartment.

He leads me into the living room, sitting on the couch Ross had back when we were together. I sit in a chair opposite him, looking anywhere but at him.

“Long time no see,” I look at him but quickly look away.

“Two years,” I nod in agreement. “Good to see you again, Ross.”

“You too,” He’s quiet for a minute. “Have you found anyone yet?”

“You were the only one,” I say quietly. Ross gets up and leaves the room. I can tell he is upset by the way he shields his body from my line of sight.

Another message from Trott shows he will be here in a few minutes so I sit in the chair, reminiscing about when Ross and I were together.

Something makes me stand up, and I find myself walking down the short hallway to one of the closed doors. Peeking into Trott’s slightly messy room and the clean bathroom, I knock on the remaining door.

“Ross,” I knock again, slowly opening the door. The room is in disarray, clothes and various wrappers and take out boxes scatter the room.

Ross sits on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. “Trott going to be here soon?”

“He should be here in a few. I wanted to make sure you were okay. You left in a bit of a hurry.”

“Yea, I’m fine. There’s just been a lot on my mind lately. I can come sit out there with you, if you want.”

I smile faintly to myself, leaning against the doorframe. “I understand if you want to be alone. I’m sorry,” I want to say for what, but that is a wound that still isn’t healed.

“It’s-”

“Not fine, I know,” I turn away, moving so I can no longer see Ross. “Just know, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret breaking up with you.”

I walk back into the living room, getting comfortable in the chair as I hear the front door creak open. “Smith?”
“I’m in the living room,” I call out to my friend. Trott comes into the room,

smiling and sitting down on the couch.

“Hey, thanks for waiting. Ross just leave you here?” He looks at the door.

“No, he left as soon as you came in. He seems nice.”

“I could try and set you two up-”

“No!” I try laughing off my sudden outburst. “Uh, I’m not really looking for anyone right now, but thanks.”

Trott frowns, but doesn’t say anything. “Alright, well, do you want to get started?”

A few hours later the project is nearly complete, and we decide to order pizza to celebrate. “Can you go see if Ross wants pizza while I finish this up?”