𝑆𝐿𝑂𝐴𝑁

can you die from a broken heart? i've asked myself this question three times in my life. it is 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛 without his face in front of mine. without his touch, that ignites something in me, i miss his being, his lips, his smile, his laugh. ughhhh this sucksssss! countless voicemails have been left but i thought i'd get a response.

his sweaters are my only comfort.. as my hunger increases i realize i must eat. heading downstairs rummaging through the kitchen to find something. cereal is all i have the energy to eat. my doorbell rings as i take my first bite.

turning the knob to my front door..

𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸

the scenarios going through my head have provide no solace so here it goes. i ring the doorbell.

the door swinging open sloan is standing there in my sweater, cereal in her hand, her mouth moving which suggests she just ate some. she's barely slept, her cheeks redden as soon as she realized it was me. i practiced what i wanted to say multiple times.

"sloan hey"

"hey come in, come in" she gestures for me to come.

walking into the house my hands land in my pockets. "umm i-i i have not one clue were to start this conversation but first i want to apologize for leaving you at the party the way i did. apologize for what i said for yelling. i've missed you so fucking much i think my heart was starting to break"

"go on" she has a small spark in those intense yet translucent green eyes i love. they were more dull before. a jolt of electricity between us as i gaze at her the forgotten desires inundate me, and i'm only meeting her eyes.

"i want to be with you, no regrets, no guilt, no secrets. i just want to love you no matter how long we have" i sigh as this was where i thought i'd mess up.

"i want to be with you too. did you listen to my voicemails?" sloan said her voice hoarse.

"those voicemails made me drive here"

my eyes land on her lips, before i can ever kiss her again she has to initiate.

her face lights up, the color comes back to her cheeks, "my cereal is going to get soggy at this point. hold on" we walk into her kitchen. sloan probably hasn't had anything to eat same as me.

rolling up my already short sleeves, i take the cereal bowl from her dump out the contents. pick her up place her on the island, i look for stuff i can make i find some potstickers, soy sauce, pasta. as i begin cooking sloan giggles "if i would've known i'd see you today i would've looked presentable" gesturing to her attire.

pasta almost to a boil turning to face her placing my body between her legs i tilt her head up so she looks at me "you're fucking sexy...especially in my clothes" her eyes on me.

her smile is ear to ear something i thought i'd never see again.

︎☯︎︎

Hᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴇ.
Aʟʟs ᴡᴇʟʟ.
Lᴏᴠᴇ, sᴜɴᴊᴇᴡᴇʟ☀︎︎