A/N: Oh my gosh, I am wicked happy with the feedback for this story/drabble/I don't exactly know what to call this…

Inspiration: I saw something in a story but it didn't have words-

Wait. That doesn't make sense. Erm… Well… Yeah.

Dedication(s): My lovely reviewers, and ALL THE SINGLE LADIES~

Disclaimer: FANFCITION! We need to have a serious talk about this disclaimer thing. (Me no owny.)

Pairing: Mara/Anyone

Stereotypically

December Drabbles

Day 3

Being alone felt like someone tore out my bones, making me transform into Jello. If I could combine the most emotional ballads that ever were put on paper, the pitter-patter of rain and the horror of drowning a newborn puppy that would almost be equivalent to my emotional state at the current time, 1:21.

Before I encountered him being unaccompanied was fine with me. Sitting in a room for hours on end with only an appealing book and a tall cup of tea, I did not feel lonesome at all. In fact, that's what I did for most of my time. Stereotypically, I was employed as a manager in a local, non-chain coffee shop and stereotypically he came in with a dashing smile only to stereotypically end up spilling coffee and then like in the stereotypical dramas, we ended up swapping numbers and stereotypically falling in love.

I've trudged through three years with him, but never technically gotten into a quarrel. Maybe it's due to our knowledge of our likes and dislikes to the point where I like my pizza crust golden brown, and he prefers his more crispy. I have a thing for Dortios*, and him Cheetos. I was relieved to find that one relationship where you never held any secrets back because he was always supportive and comforting. He however, did.

Three weeks passed by with limited phone calls and texts and soon enough contact with him halted. Clingy habits- none. Arguments- none. Just out of the blue, shocking me. For me, it was a way of breaking up but the situation was so real that my brain couldn't process anything. Not thinking leads me to panicking and that caused me to travel downtown to the bookshop from my quaint flat.

He was there.

With another girl.

Stereotypically I was in shock, and stereotypically I just took in a loud breath and stereotypically he came to my frozen body.

"This is far from what it looks like." He said quickly, wrapping his arms around my torso. I began to shiver, my body feeling as if I was in an ice cap.

My facial expression tightened. " I cannot believe you just used that line on me."

He drew away and rested his hands on both of my shoulders. I felt the penetrating watch from him on my eyes, but I refused to return it. I was scared- scared to know that this minute could be the last we would ever have, three years gone to waste.

"Mara, please let me explain." His cracking voice hinted pieces of desperation. It hurt to see his eyes water- but the situation hurt even more.

"And that line!" My usual tranquil voice was gone, now replaced by anger. "I'm not an idiot! Three weeks without calling and then I see you out with another girl? Do you understand how this looks?"

"Please, just listen-"

Stereotypically, I shook my shoulders from his grasp. Stereotypically, he seized my wrist. Stereotypically, he shouted my name. Stereotypically, I didn't listen.

My slim figure shuddered from what had occurred almost a full week ago. Not stereotypically, the sun had been shining* all six days with clear blue nights which endlessly irked me. As selfish as it sounds, if I was mourning, shouldn't the world be too?

I buried by head deep into my squishy pillow. It smelled like him, a combination of summer nights and rain. It's impossible to label the scent of rain and summer- it's just that and everyone can relate to what you are aiming to get across. I sighed and flipped my body over. I tilted my head back to glance out the window above my bed. The moon was bright but due to the city's lights from skyscrapers all stars were invisible.

Sitting up, I gave my head an itch. I turned and put my feet on the floor as they fell into my slippers. I shuffled through the doorway leading into the hall, then the kitchen, and finally reached the front door where I grabbed my keys* and unlocked the front door.

The lights were still switched on in the hallway like always because of the boisterous men that came late at night. Next to my flat, on floor four, number 149 was a stairwell and if you hiked up two more floors, you would be lead up to the rooftop. It was decent with a wooden deck and the occasional flowerbed scattered here and there.

I inhaled the air, a mix of exhaust and the planted sweet peas. I pulled my hood up making me feel a fake sense of security. I rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hand.

My feelings were not totally made up of sadness or hurt, just mostly disappointment. Not in him, but myself for being so oblivious and visualizing a happy marriage.

"Mara." A weak voice whispered from behind me. I chocked a sob and tried to suppress the water growing in my eyes.

"I don't want to see you. I don't care about you." I spit through my clenched jaw and teeth. He and I both understood that what I had said was a total and utter lie.

I hastily spun to leave the dark night and rooftop that was now too crowded. He stepped to the left to block my path, and when I tried the other way he did the same stereotypical thing.

"Just please, let me go." I begged now freely releasing my tears and ruined my cover. His eyes were perfect as usual but the showed nothing unlike before, just like concrete.

He stepped forward and took me into his arms despite my fists violently banging on his chest, signs of my protest.

Damn his muscular frame.

"I don't care if you like it or not," He mumbled, pulling back to stare into my pupils, "I'm not letting you go. I'm selfish and you're staying with me."

His hand reaches up and for a moment a knot forms in my stomach because I'm afraid he is going to hit me but traces the veins on my arm, which was now still, with the palm of his long fingers. I can still feel my skin burn up just like it did on the fist day I made contact with him. My eyes stopped watering and were now squeezed shut, trying not to relax in his arms, knowing that that would mean I forgave him.

His fingers now traveled up my arm slowly, reaching my collarbone.

"Do you know what I missed?" He mused. "I missed your soft skin. I missed cuddling with you. You are always so warm."

I held my breath.

He now was tapping his fingers on my neck. "Do you know what I missed? Your laugh. No matter where we were it was a piece of home for me. You are my home."

Now my jawbone was being outlined and the oval shape of my face. His lips now replaced his fingers and I shivered, chills running throughout my body. I could feel his breath over my cheeks. He began to speak more softly and tenderly.

"I miss that whenever I complimented you, your cheeks would heat up. It was stunning." Sure enough, blood rushed to my face. I could almost hear a small and sad smile growing.

His slightly parted lips stopped at the hollow of my eyes. "I miss the way your eyes would sparkle in the sun or even the rain. When I first met you, I thought you were just another happy-go-lucky girl. Then I got to know you. You are so much deeper."

I felt a small stream of tears begin to roll down my face. I could not differentiate them from the happiness of his words or my unbearable feelings. His thumb caught the last of them.

My temple was next. "I miss your kind thoughts and deeds. You never let a person down."

"Do you know what I miss the most though?" He spoke into my ear. His voice sounded desperate and as if he was holding something back.

"I miss your lips." And with that being said, my knees shook. My flushed face was finally passed and he traced my jaw, moving upwards when reaching my chin. He shook his head back in forth and just let our lips brush. It was neutral and I knew he enjoyed just being together, in contact.

He paused. "I love you Mara." He softly planted a kiss, not enough to be forceful. He pulled back and I felt temptation to fiercely return to him.

"She was a friend." Between contact between us he explained. "I wanted her advice on something."

I didn't care anymore. All I needed was him being around me. The way he spoke was with such value. I shook my head, trying to make him stop. Unfortunately, he thought I didn't believe him.

"Mara I swear, I would-" I cut off his excessive and panicking voice with my lips. IT caught him by surprise and he withdrew by the shock, but then happily leaned forward. Too soon however, he pulled back again.

"I want to explain first."

I mentally cursed myself for being such a girl and wanting to be with him. He cupped my face.

"I needed to ask her a question. Something I couldn't really ask you." He chuckled. I tilted my head against his hand in confusion.

"Everything needed to be perfect for you, but I don't want to wait anymore."

Stereotypically, he asked him to marry me. Stereotypically, I just scarcely coped to give a small yes. Stereotypically, everything worked out.

But I didn't mind.

So, I couldn't write for a few days because when I finally got an idea it was my bedtime, and my dad came in. Like the good daughter I am I just put away my stuff. So I made this one a little longer. Not much of a drabble…