The crickets' song gets fainter as the sun peaks its head over the skyline, casting an orange glow across the old roof. We sit quietly, neither of us able to find the proper words we've been dying to say to one another.

He messes around with his rings every so often, twisting them and adjusting them. He's nervous. As am I.

"Why are you here?" He breaks the peaceful silence at last, but with the last question I could possibly find the answer to.

I glance over at him for a moment, "Can we just... pretend things are okay for a couple more minutes?" My voice is soft and tired like my heart, sitting here in his presence for the first time in months.

He licks his dry lips before biting down on them, pondering ahead of himself, "...are they okay?" He asks gently.

I release an airy chuckle and run a hand through my hair, "I haven't felt okay for a while, Colby." I answer truthfully. I want to be angry so badly. I want to tell him I hate him for what he did. But, I just don't feel that way. I did, then I didn't. Then I did again. Now right here, in this moment, I realize how much I've missed him. How my heartbeat is relaxed and I don't constantly feel like I'm choking on my own breath.

He carefully rests his hand on my knee, and I turn my head to look in his eyes. His lips twitch as he blinks quickly, "I can't believe you're here." His voice breaks as he speaks.

"Can I hug you?" I ask, desperate to be closer. He nods with haste and wraps me in his arms. I release the last bit of tension stuck in my lungs, and sobs escape my mouth as I shut my eyes. He holds me tighter, as if he's afraid I'll crumble without his pressure.

We stay like this for I don't even know how long until I've drained myself of every trapped tear.

Once we pull away and he lets me collect myself, he asks me another question, "What does this mean, Y/N?"

I take a moment to think about what I really want, "I think this means I want you in my life... but I think I'm also scared. I think, if you want it too, we can be... friends."

He looks disheartened, but he wipes my cheek with his thumb comfortingly, "I know it's going to take time, but I'll make this right. I promise."

I exchange a sad look with him and reach out my pinky. He glances between my finger and my eyes before locking his with mine.