Explosions
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She's not sure why she left him; it was an impulse decision, one that she greatly regrets. If she reflects on it long enough she thinks of the time she needs to grow. The time she needs to figure herself out.
Trip came by earlier in the week, she had invited him in to the London flat she shared with Fitz, grasping onto the table as he showed her multiple videos of Fitz talking to a version of her that she could not see.
She had ordered him out, telling him that there was no need for any of this nonsense and that she would return when she was ready. When she wakes up the next morning she realizes just how much she needs him, and that she will never be the same.
She comes back two weeks later, her hair put up in a high ponytail, donning one of her famous collared sweaters, one that Fitz himself had complimented before they doomed themselves to that watery grave.
When she sprints to the lab, she finds him talking to himself, muttering phrases that sound like her name. She lets out a choked sob, and he turns to face her, his face falling.
"I'm so sorry," she sobs. "I never wanted to leave, but I had to, I had to figure out-"
Wrapping his arms around her, he presses his lips to hers and she responds back with full force.
She knows that she is forgiven.
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Hello everyone! This will be a collection of drabbles relating to series two, and they will be updated at my leisure, I do not own any of the characters or concepts in this collection. Please read and review xoxo