I watch as (y/n) runs off down the hall. I clench my fists and let out an exasperated sigh. 'Should I go and apologize? No, it was her fault anyway.' But when I really think about it I know I was the only one to blame.
I wait, but she doesn't ever come out. After a while, I give up my side of things and slowly approach her room. My hands dig through my blonde locks as I think through what I've done and what I'll say. The way to her room invokes my anxiety as I have no idea how she'll react. I grow all the more nervous with each step.
When I reach the door I stand there for a moment, pausing to decide if it will be alright before knocking. Soon I hear her muffled crying. There's a tightness in my chest at the sound of it. My hand gently knocks against the wood and the sound stops.
"Who is it?" She asks, her voice is shaking. I press my forehead against the door taking in a deep breath.
"It's me." The room is silent now as if she's thinking it over.
"Go away!" she cries out breaking that silence.
"I'm sorry," is all I can say. With all the thoughts running through my head, that's it. I'm not making excuses or interrogating her anymore.
"No you're not, you're just being selfish." Her reply hurts as I grip tightly on the door handle. It's locked. I let out a quiet yet frustrated sigh.
"Just let me in," I demand.
"No," I think she meant to sound strong, but the word was muffled by sobs.
After shaking the handle some it finally budges, the door swinging open. I almost trip, quick to catch myself. My heart softens when I see her curled up on her bed. I can't see her face, only a pile of messy (h/c). But I know she's crying. She sniffles and sobs quietly now, but at least she isn't telling me to get out.
I walk towards her, kneeling onto the soft mattress. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I hold onto her, gently. She doesn't move or push me away, only settles into them as she continues to cry.
I rest my cheek against the back of her hair. "Hey.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have treated you like that or yelled at you. You.. you did nothing wrong." She shuffles, around, looking me in the eyes. Her (e/c) eyes capture me in that moment, they're red and puffy but still beautiful. Even when she's crying she's still my sweet girl.
"It's okay.." she mutters, "But at least, let me know what was wrong." I shy my amber orbs away from hers.
"It's stupid but.. I, um, actually.. I guess I was kinda.. jealous. I saw you laughing around with everyone, and I just wanted to spend some time with you. I know I don't have any right to, but I wanted to keep you all to myself." I spoke quickly but she understands. She giggles a bit, and I squeeze her smiling cheeks. "Hey, this is no laughing matter!" I shout with the straightest face I can manage.
"I know, I should've done better myself, but it's only so often we get to see everyone." I nod, a pout still living on my face.
"Yeah and.. I kinda.." I blush, "Nevermind." My insecurities feel, honestly, too embarrassing to talk about.
"No, what is it?" She asks.
"When I saw you talking to the others.. sometimes I just felt like I wasn't good enough, and I realized something. I realized that there will always be guys so much better than me in so many different ways. I guess I just started to believe that you were actually preferring to spend time with them over me." I hold my blushing face in my hands.
"Awww.. you know I love you.." a faint blush spreads across her cheeks as she says so, "and.. your the only man for me. You don't have to be perfect. I'm sure there are a lot better, prettier, and more talented women than me out there too. Because.. there's always someone better. But, none of that matters, you're the one that I love." She seems so calm now that I'm holding her in my arms, and I can't help but smile at the lovely words from my sweet girl.
"I love you too. More than anyone else."