Things couldn't possibly get any more cliche as she stands outside the door to their apartment (that she would have easily opened herself if she hadn't left her keys inside when she stormed out) in the pouring rain, waiting to apologize.
She regrets starting the fight. The stupid fight that ended her up in this stupid situation in the stupid cold rain. She regrets... God, she can't even remember what triggered it. But, before she even knew it, she refused to look him in the eyes, in fear of the hurt expression in them, muttered a quick, "I'm going to Amy's", and was storming out the front door.
But, halfway to walking the three miles to her best friend's apartment, she realized that she didn't want to lose him, as she does every time they fight. He means too much to her- way too much. He makes her so god damn happy, gave her so many god damn memories. So, she turned back to apologize, as always.
And, here she waits, the thought of "I wonder if he broke anything, do we have to go to IKEA again tomorrow?" in the back of her mind as she waits. After what seems like forever, though, the door finally opens, and there he stands, eyes slightly bloodshot.
"I'm sorry." She whispers, and it's enough for him, because he knows how hard it is for her to say sorry, to put herself out there, to be vulnerable, so he scoops her up in his arms and kisses her and holds her as tight as he can.
Things have gotten a lot more cliche, as they stand on their porch, gripping one another tightly as they kiss, both drenched to the bone from the pouring rain they stand in.
an: i don't know how much i like this, but i wanted to write. so, yes, this is going to be a small series of drabbles that im positive i will have a lot of fun writing. and, most importantly; if you have any prompts you would like me to fill, any at all, i will try my best to take them. alright. see you next time.