A/N: yeah I know I'm a sappy person. But this was one of the first scenarios when I thought of this fic and I had to write it. I also want to say that I'm sorry that it took so long to update. School is crazy and I got a prompt that I first wanted to finish. I try to keep this updated more regularly, but can't make promises.

Thursdays were always the days that she came home late. She had a flexible work schedule, that required her to start and end late on Thursday. She normally didn't mind that much, she had to admit that it normally would be her favorite days, because of him. It was only since Sunday that they had broken up and she still couldn't get used to it. They luckily had a different schedule, so they didn't had awkward breakfasts or needed to wait angrily in front of the bathroom for the other person. Sometimes she would wake up early and they would break their fast together, or he planned himself in later and made breakfast for the both of them. That were all surprises, but since the first Thursday they lived together, Thursdays were holy, it was just their night.

She hated Thursdays, she was tired and hungry. She hated her schedule, she had just finished and it was already dark out, she had to make food to still her hunger and she actually just wanted to take a nap. She had warned Gendry about her schedule and she had said to him that he just could eat already. Who is the genius that thought that working till seven pm is acceptable. Before she was home it would be half past and the earliest her dinner would be ready is at eight.

She was in a fool mood and opened the front door of their amazing apartment. She knew for sure that this had been the best decision of her life, now she could see him every day and their apartment felt after five days already as their home.

The first thing she noticed when she walked in was the great smell of food and she could hear her stomach rambling. She laid her bag down in the hallway under the peg and hung up her coat.

"Hello, Gendry?" She walked inside their apartment in the meanwhile.

"In here."

That was defenitly from the kitchen and that's also where that great smell came from, what did he eat that smelled so good? She was almost starting to get jealous. She walked in and stood frozen in shock in the kitchen door. Gendry just laid down to plates on the set table, like really set wineglasses included. He poured some white wine in the glasses, she could see that it was her favorite wine. He walked around the table and pulled at her stool, so she could sit.

"Come sit m'lady, dinner is ready." He smirked while he said it.

She should come back with a restore, but she was still too much in shock. She just walked over and sat down when he pushed the stool under her. She followed him with her eyes when he started to sit down in his stool, still smiling. She looked to the food and then to him with a puzzled look. He clearly ignored her and hold his wineglass in front of him, intended for her to touch it with her own one as a toast. She lifted her own glass and a small cling sounded in the quiet room.

"Cheers."

"I said to you that you could eat for yourself, order something. That you didn't had to wait for me."

"I just felt like it."

He apparently felt like it every Thursday since then. They normally would drink a glass of wine, while eating a delicious meal. Gendry always did his best to put something good on the table. She had asked him one time how long he took, he just shook his head laughing, saying that it's his secret.

She didn't mind, the food was perfect, the company was perfect and he made the night perfect. They most of the time just ended up laying on the couch while watching a movie, or a sports game when there was one on TV. He never asked her to watch sport, but she just knew from the look in his eyes that there was something that he wanted to watch on. She didn't mind what they watched, so she always proposed to watch it. That was in the beginning, Gendry never asked in the last year, just put it on when he there was something and she still didn't mind. In the end she would lay in his arms and taking her nap, while he watched TV. It was the perfect romantic night for her.

There would be no romantic nights now. She stepped out of the car and ran to the door, because the rain poured down. She also had troubles with finding her keys while standing in the rain. After a minute she finally stood in her hallway, soaking wet. Her mood couldn't darken more. She removed her wet coat and walked to her bathroom to change. She put her sweatpants on and a shirt that actually belonged to Gendry. She didn't really thought about it, she just always wore the shirt inside their home. She pulled her bathrobe around her, because she was still cold from the rain.

She was hungry and walked to the kitchen and didn't want to think about how different Thursdays normally were. She was stunned and maybe even more shocked then her first Thursday living with Gendry.

The table was set for one person, including the wineglass and the wine standing next to it. She saw a note laying on the plate and she slowly grabbed it and bit her lip while reading it.

Hey,

Food lays in the fridge.
You just have to heat it up.
I'm out, have a good night.

Gendry

She sucked in a breath and she could feel tears well up. That stupid, stupid, sweet, stupid man. He was probably the only person who would set a table in a romantic way for one person, the person he just broke up with. She wondered if this was a sign, that maybe they could figure it out. She warmed the food in the microwave and kept reading the note, tracing the line of Gendry's handwriting. How could she let him go? She questioned for a second why they did broke up, but then she remembered. It would never work in a world with her family, her ancestry. And the lack of his.

She ate the food in silence, drank a few glasses more wine than usual and then went to bed early. She was terribly tired, because of the lack of sleep of the past couple of days. She wondered if there was a chance that their relationship could work. If there was a way that she could convince him to fight and her rich family to shut up about it.

It was maybe the worst Thursday in years, but she had expected it to be a lot worse. She only knew that it would get worse, because now Gendry was still involved in this Thursday night. She never would admit how much she loved it, how much it did to her emotionally. But she didn't want to leave it unnoticed. On the kitchen table lay a note, that he couldn't miss.

Thank you
Arya

Her night hadn't been good and now she still couldn't sleep because she wondered where he was. If he had a good night, if he had a good night without her. She really needed to talk with Sansa, she had had some break-ups and Arya needed advice, badly. She didn't know if clinging to every token of your ex was the way a break-up worked, probably not. She signed, because they were never normal and none of Sansa's break-ups were like this. Still some advice would be good and maybe some help with finding a new apartment. They couldn't keep living with each other, because she knew that sooner or later she would break in front of him. Like she had that evening, she had to move on even when he still meant a lot to her. Yes she will call Sansa tomorrow.

Then sleep finally took over.