The song that inspired this was "Fall For You" by Secondhand Serenade.

Alex's POV:

Jack and I's relationship: on the brink of breaking.

Efforts in the past week to fix that: 0.

Efforts in the past month to fix that: also 0.

Times we kissed in the past month: 0.

Arguments in the past month: 27.

Tonight is a better night, I suppose. We aren't fighting, but, instead, are ignoring each other. Whenever we don't fight, we aren't talking. Our relationship just isn't the same anymore.

Ever since I've started working longer hours, I've obviously had to spend more time away from the house. Having a shorter temper due to extended work hours, Jack and I have grown more distant. I guess you could say it was my fault for all of it, but Jack isn't trying to fix things, either. We've almost broken up quite a few times already.

I sigh unnecessarily loudly as I realize I'd left my phone upstairs in our bedroom. Well, if you call it that. I sleep on the couch now. The only times I go in there is to get clothes. Jack spends most of his time in there. We don't disturb each other unless we argue.

I trudge upstairs, planning on just walking into the room, retrieving my phone, and going back downstairs. I swing the door open, not being able to see in the dark room. My eyes eventually adjust, so I make me way over to the dresser where I'd put my phone earlier.

I stop dead in my tracks as I hear a sniffling sound from behind me. I whip around to see Jack against the wall, curled into the fetal position, shaking. My heart wrenches in pain after seeing him like that. Through it all, I do still love him.

"Holy shit, Jack, are you okay?" I ask, rushing toward him. I take both of his hands into mine, hoping to warm his cold fingertips.

"No," he croaks out. "I fucking miss you, okay? I know you hate me and want to break up with me. I don't know what I did wrong, but I miss you so much," he confesses.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whisper.

"I tried to, Alex!" he exclaims. "Do you know how many times I've stopped arguing with you just so I didn't lose you? How many times I've avoided you so we didn't fight? How many times I asked you to do things with me that you refused? Right, you didn't notice. You don't care, I don't think you ever did."

"I-"

"I don't want your fucking sympathy. I needed you, I'm so fucking alone, and you just sat there and let out your stress on me. You hurt me when I just wanted you to love me."

"Jack-"

"No! Don't pretend like you give a shit now. Maybe you should have listened to me when I needed you more than anything, but no. Everything revolved around you and if I said one thing about how sad I was, you'd get mad." He stops, pulling his hands from mine. He cries, but I don't hold him. I'm really not sure what to do. I just need to cheer him up.

Wow, I'm such a piece of shit. I can't believe I didn't think about how Jack was doing. I can't believe I didn't see this sooner.

I quickly leave the room, throwing microwave popcorn in before rushing to the movie cabinet. I grab his favorite movie, Home Alone, popping it into the tv. I pull some fuzzy blankets onto the couch as the timer on the microwave beeps. I pour the bag into a large bowl, placing it on the table in front of the tv.

I rush back upstairs to find Jack still in the same position, not crying quite as much now. I scoop him up into my arms, carrying him bridal-style downstairs.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Making you feel better," I reply, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. I set him on the couch, putting the blanket over both of us. I start the movie before pulling the popcorn bowl onto my lap.

A few minutes into the movie, I feel him gently lay his head on my shoulder as if he was afraid I'd push him off. I reassuringly wrap an arm around his torso, keeping him close to me throughout the entire movie.

As it comes to a close, I look down at Jack laying against me. I miss this, too. I never realized it until now, but I miss him so much.

"Thank you," he mumbles, looking up at me. "This helped."

"Jack, I want you to know something," I start, him nodding in response. "I could never hate you. I've been a real asshole lately and I recognize that. You didn't deserve that at all. I'm willing to fix things, though. I'm not going to leave you when you need me anymore. I love you so much, please give me a chance to make this all up to you."

"Of course I'll give you another chance," he says with a smile. "I love you, too."

Tears well in my eyes as he cuddles into my side. I was so caught up in my own life that I didn't think for a moment how Jack was affected by it all. I was so ignorant. A tear trickles down my cheek, sliding down onto Jack's forehead. He looks up at me in shock, as I haven't cried in front of him in ages.

"Are you okay?" he asks frantically, wiping the opposite cheek where another tear had started to fall.

"I'm so sorry, baby," I whisper, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"I'm just happy my Alex is back," he replies, hugging me back. "No more arguments, okay?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you."

"I'm tired," Jack says with a yawn after about five minutes of just sitting there. "I'm going up to bed, uh, if you want to you can-"

"I'm right behind you," I assure him, a smile spreading across his face. We go upstairs, brushing our teeth and changing into more comfortable clothes before laying down beside each other.

"Feels good to be back to this again," I murmur mindlessly.

"It really does," Jack agrees, looking at me. I turn to look at him, not hesitating long before leaning in and connecting my lips to the lips I haven't kissed in way too long. I almost forgot how alive his kisses made me feel.

"I missed that, too," Jack says with a laugh as we pull apart. I smile before pulling him into my chest, breathing in his scent that I've grown to love. "I love you," he mumbles into my shirt.

"I love you so much more," I shoot back, kissing the top of his head. That's the last thing that's said before we hold each other through the night.