The Fight
Bryan Kneef x Reader. Angst ficlet at 470 words. Based off this sketch that is not mine. Belongs to Jude Devir.
It was a terrible fight. At this point you couldn’t even remember what it was about. Well, of course you did. It was downright nasty and you both deliberately said things to intentionally hurt one another.
But that paled in comparison to your current concern. Your boyfriend - is that what even people over 30 say? - was not responding to your calls and messages.
You went by his office to see if he was there. But the security guard said he hadn’t seen him all night. Prior to you, your boyfriend had a long history of philandering. And in the rain, in sweats, you even popped into seedy places he used to frequent.
Hours went by, and you were completely unsuccessful. You wondered if you should even should call the police for and state he is missing. Your normally manicured nails were chewed to the quick, raw. Mutual friends hadn’t seen him either.
You stripped your soaked clothes, shuddering at the peeling sensation. You threw them into the hamper, walking around naked. You took a towel to dry your hair, watching yourself in the mirror. Thunder and lightning crashed, illuminating your partially darkened bedroom. You slipped on underwear and pulled a shirt that he had worn earlier this week, inhaling the warm faded scent of his cologne.
You were about to send one more text message before crawling into bed, when you heard the jingle of a door. You bolted up and called out his name. “Bryan?”
Bryan stumbled through the door, clearly intoxicated. His suit was was a wrinkled mess and the smell of smoke was strong.
Bryan slurred something, looking your way. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. His hair was all askew.
You got out of bed and went to him, holding him up, assisting him with clothing removal. Once down to his boxer briefs, Bryan stumbled onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.
You placed a trash can by Bryan’s side and climbed back into bed. You were equally relieved and irritated.
When you woke up in the morning, it was due to a solid presence on top of you. You let out a groan, shifting your body as best as you could. Bryan had apparently rolled over and onto you, his arms wrapped around your waist.
You felt your heart swell and ran your hands through his dark hair. Bryan made a sound and shifted. He mumbled something and you let out a ‘hmm’ in response.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.”
Your hands moved from his hair to his beard where you scratched gently. There was much to discuss. And you both faced a long road. That much you knew.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere.” You murmured as you continued to scratch his beard. “I love you.”