Even though you try, it’s obvious that you don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as you clutch the covers even tighter to your body. You inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. You don’t want to be, but you just can’t help it. Sniffling, you bury your face into the unan and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. You look over at his side of the kama and although you know what’s waiting - your puso still sinks when you notice it’s empty.
You and Justin had a huge fight and when you look back now, you realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. You can barely remember what started the argument and that bothers you. If there isn’t even a good reason for having such a big fight, then is it really worth losing your relationship over? No. And you just can’t lose Justin. You pag-ibig him. You need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, you peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” You call out silently as you reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, you notice Justin sitting on the the sopa with his head in his hands. If you’re honest; this is unusual for you. Normally, Justin was the one to apologize. No matter who started it, he would be the first one to say sorry. This time though; you want to be the first one. You want to say sorry because you need to fix everything. You need to be with Justin; you can’t lose him.
“Justin?” The sound of your voice brings him out of his state and he slowly looks up. “C-can we talk?” You croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and you let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, you begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and you sniffle again, wiping away a tear. This makes Justin look up and his face softens when he sees you. He opens his mouth so say something, but you cut him off sa pamamagitan ng raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” You begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I sinabi during the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean it. I just… Your lifestyle is hard for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I pag-ibig you and I’m so proud of you. It’s just hard sometimes. With all the rumors and the distance and everything. And… I’m just sorry.”
Before you can continue or do anything else, he wraps you up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do you know how weird it is to hear you apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. You feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and you smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want you to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” You smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste halik on your collarbone. “I know that, [Y/N]. I’m sorry, too. For everything. It just frustrates me how you’re not happy with me because I’m selfish and I just can’t let you go so you can be happy with someone else. I can’t madala the thought of you with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I pag-ibig you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I pag-ibig you, too, [Y/N].”
You and Justin had a huge fight and when you look back now, you realize that it is just another stupid reason for the argument. You can barely remember what started the argument and that bothers you. If there isn’t even a good reason for having such a big fight, then is it really worth losing your relationship over? No. And you just can’t lose Justin. You pag-ibig him. You need him. Realizing this and just how important it is, you peel the covers off your body and shakily stand up from the bed.
“Justin?” You call out silently as you reach the bottom step of the stairs. Looking around the corner, you notice Justin sitting on the the sopa with his head in his hands. If you’re honest; this is unusual for you. Normally, Justin was the one to apologize. No matter who started it, he would be the first one to say sorry. This time though; you want to be the first one. You want to say sorry because you need to fix everything. You need to be with Justin; you can’t lose him.
“Justin?” The sound of your voice brings him out of his state and he slowly looks up. “C-can we talk?” You croak out and silently pray that he’ll say yes. He nods and you let out a sigh of your relief while walking towards him. Sitting down, you begin to twiddle your thumbs. Tons of feelings rush through your body and you sniffle again, wiping away a tear. This makes Justin look up and his face softens when he sees you. He opens his mouth so say something, but you cut him off sa pamamagitan ng raising your hand slightly.
“Justin… I want to apologize for once.” You begin and clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bitching about everything and for everything I sinabi during the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean it. I just… Your lifestyle is hard for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I pag-ibig you and I’m so proud of you. It’s just hard sometimes. With all the rumors and the distance and everything. And… I’m just sorry.”
Before you can continue or do anything else, he wraps you up into his arms. Rocking back and forth in his embrace, he strokes your hair softly. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and concentrate on evening out your breathing. “Do you know how weird it is to hear you apologize first?” Justin croaks out a laugh, shaking his head. You feel his tousled hair tickle your neck and you smile to yourself at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I wanted to be the first for once. I want you to know that our relationship means just as much to me as to you.” You smile gently, knotting your fingers in his hair.
He moans quietly at this and places a chaste halik on your collarbone. “I know that, [Y/N]. I’m sorry, too. For everything. It just frustrates me how you’re not happy with me because I’m selfish and I just can’t let you go so you can be happy with someone else. I can’t madala the thought of you with another guy.”
“But I am happy with you, Justin! That’s the thing; I don’t want to be with anyone else. I pag-ibig you. I’m happy with you, I really am.” You’re quick to argue, wanting to get your point across.
“I pag-ibig you, too, [Y/N].”
