Valentine's Day
His hands tremble as he stands on the dingy door-mat, half-wishing the occupant of the apartment isn't home. But oh, he knows he's there. He knows that the sarcastic smile of his previous lover hides behind the rusted metal door. He hesitates, feeling his eyes swim with tears, much to his chagrin.
With a shaking fist, he extends his arm and knocks, softly. His stomach knots uncomfortably. For a moment, he thinks he will be sick with nervousness. Apologies aren't his thing whatsoever. They remind him that he was stupid enough to make a mistake.
Because in his logic: apologies = idiocy = eternal shame.
He can feel his insides twist as the doorknob rattles lightly. Shit, he's home.
He bites his lips depite himself, fists clenching...
Regret is NOT a normal feeling in the chest of Sollux Captor. Regret nothing. You only live once.
Live by the wise words of internet memes.
Or so he thinks. He tells himself this, over and over, even if that GOD DAMN feeling won't go away no matter how much he distracts himself. Those stupid wiki-answers about breaking up say that distracting yourself works. Do productive things.
Right.
Like that'll happen.
A knock at the door breaks his clouded thoughts. He sits up, taking a deep sigh. He grabs the door knob. Despite being blind, at least he knows his way around the house. He turns the knob, throwing the door open angrily.
If it was another FREAKING religious group trying to brain-wash him, he'd-
"Ah...u-uh..."
The sound of running feet, followed by a weird sniffling sound.
Karkat?
"KK, is that...?" he reaches out, grasping desperately at empty air. Where is he? Why did he come here?
His bare foot brushes something soft, and similar in texture to grass. He leans down, fumbling for the object. Sweetness stings his nose. His sightless eyes swim.
"D-Damn you, KK..."