He had barely looked at you all morning.
Last night, you'd really had it out, and now "Mr. Cheerful" Fair wouldn't even look at you as he crunched his cornflakes. "When I come back, I'll move out."
You let him leave.
When he came back with boxes, he found you curled up in a ball, wearing one of his shirts, hugging his pillow.
His heart melted. "____, wake up." You blinked, then seemed to realize the situation.
"Don't go, Zack. Please?"
He sat on the bed beside you and held you close to his chest.
"I won't, okay? Not ever."
