It had been seven years since they fell in love. It had been five since tragedy struck. It had been three years since his heart broke.
It had been a month since their fight.
He adjusted the photo on the desk as he continuously tapped away at the project on his screen. Work had been killing him, but not just him. It was killing his relationship. He grasped his tentacles around his head. Why? Why did Spongebob have to have that affair? What did that starfish do better than him? Why did he have to pull the trigger? Why did he have to ruin Spongebob's happiness?
Squidward threw the photo at the wall. The slam echoed through the dimly lit pineapple. Familiar squeaky footsteps echoed towards his work room. The door creaked open. There stood in all his beauty, spongebob. The robe hugged his chest tightly, the slippers caressed his feet.
The loving sponge walked over and let Squidward soak his tears into the one man he trusted. He was there for him. Despite everything, he was never not there for him. Squidward knew this. Thats why they loved one another.
"Spongebob!" Squidward sobbed, his husband soaking up the tears into his yellow flesh. "There, there…" Spongebob slowly caressed Squidward's shoulder. Peering over the to the wall, he saw what had caused this turmoil. A familiar photo. The christmas party photo. Spongebob bit his lips. Tears began welling up in his eyes as well. "Oh Squidward…" he continued. "I am so, so sorry…"
Spongebob hugged him tighter. Squidward sobbed harder. Spongebob pulled Squidward up onto his feet. "C'mon, let's go get some milk. How does that sound, huh?" Their eyes locked. That sweet, innocent look in Spongebob's eyes melted Squidward's heart. "Yeah, yeah that sounds wonderful Spongebob…" Spongebob took Squidward's hand and pulled him into the halls of the pineapple.