Entry for Week 2 of The Drabble Competition

Characters: Darcy, Riven; One-Word Prompt: Longing

Word Count (minus A/Ns): 604

I saw him, sitting forlornly at our small garden table, one hand clutching a glass full of alcohol, the other resting next to it. I swallowed; I was the one who had put him in that situation.

I walked out of the apartment and towards him. I stopped opposite him, placing my hand on his free one. His head snapped up and even though he glared as he saw me, I didn't miss the mortified expression that was displayed beforehand.

'What do you want, Darcy?'

It was the first time I had spoken to him since our argument, four weeks ago. We lived in the same apartment and hadn't talked for a month. Terrible, I know. But we both needed the time to calm ourselves down and think things through before we patched things up again. I knew there had to be a chance: we hadn't officially broken up.

I sat in the seat opposite him.

I didn't know how to begin. Why exactly was I here? 'I... I'm sorry.' Seemed like a good place to start. Right?

'Sorry? You told me I was a good-for-nothing worthless piece of-'

'I know, Riven,' I replied, cutting him off. 'And I want to take that back. It's been a month since we last talked... and I want to change that. I was unfair and selfish-'

'No shit, Sherlock!'

'But,' I continued, ignoring his remark. 'I think we've had enough time apart now to realise that we need each other. You've turned into a pit of gloom and I'm not concentrating on anything other than the fact that I messed up. Big time.'

'You sure did, Darcy.'

'But I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you. For blowing up at you when you mentioned it. For making you feel insignificant. You are anything but insignificant to me.' I wanted to tell him. Tell him the three words which I knew he wanted to hear so bad. But I couldn't. Not yet.

I stood up, standing next to the table.

'You are the best thing that happened to me. I know that's kind of hard to believe right now but it's true. I need you, Riven. I need you so much. But if you choose to ignore me, I understand. If you want nothing more to do with me, it's OK. But know that if those aren't the case, my arms are open for you.'

I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone. I navigated to the song - my favourite song - that I felt explained our whole situation. I put it on the table and pressed play.

I never meant to break your heart

And I won't let this plane go down

I never meant to make you cry

I'll do what it takes to make this fly

I crossed my arms and started walking away from the table as the song went on.

Oh, you gotta hold on

Hold on to what you're feeling

That feeling is the best thing

The best thing, alright.

I got a few metres away before I felt Riven grab my wrist, pulling me into a hug. 'Thank you. Darcy. Thank you. For everything.'

I grinned as I hugged him back. 'I love you.'

I did it. I said what I had wanted to say after so long.

He didn't reply. But I knew it would come. We just stood, unmoving, not talking. Relishing in the comfort of what we had missed out on for weeks. Finally, I felt like the weights had been lifted off my shoulders. Finally, I felt as if we were safe.

A/N: This is my second entry for this week of the Drabble Competition. The one I did first was Riven-centric, and this one focuses on Darcy (sort of) so I'd rather use this. This was inspired by Olly Murs and Demi Lovato's 'Up'. Awesome song, by the way.