~Breathe Again~
I raise a shaky hand to ring the doorbell, painfully conscious of the lady next door watching me with a disapproving stare from a second-floor window. I hear the creak and groan of old wood floors and the lock turning inside the door. A tired Red appears on the other side, squinting to see in the barely-moonlit night.
"Blue...?" he begins, but I can't bear it any longer. I dissolve into tears before he can speak again, and all of a sudden I'm being escorted inside. I collapse on the maroon couch and he awkwardly sits next to me, not sure what to do.
When I'm capable of speaking coherently again, I look at him through puffy eyes. "Thank you," I whisper, taking a shuddering breath. He looks surprised, so I elaborate. "For... being here for me." He smiles and shyly puts his arm around me, and I close my eyes: it's a wonderful feeling, just being here, and I want the moment to last forever.
Her sobs slowed as Red put a comforting arm around her; she could breathe when he was around.