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11:18 PM
Silence. Silence was something you loved. You enjoyed being alone, having the place to yourself, not having to cook an extra meal, throwing one basket of laundry into the washer instead of two, it could go on really.
..So why did you miss him now? You’ve gotten used to life without Luigi for 3 years, but every now and then when the city settles in, and the night takes over..you miss getting to feel the same man who had broken your heart-holding you tightly, kissing your temple and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly drift to sleep.
“Do not go back to him! Didn’t we just have an agreement that if you even dare to text him back, that you gave me full permission to beat your ass because—and I quote; ‘That isn’t the real me’” Your friend scolded on the other line as you downed a glass of red wine.
“I know I know, maybe he's changed?” You pondered, which was received with a grumble,
”No no! That's exactly what he wants you to think! Please girl move on from that guy, it's been 3 years!”. 3 years too much, you think to yourself. After 2 or so more glasses, you hang up and decide to just call it a night.
6:54 AM
The morning after feeling lonely as usual, you made a cup of coffee, and took some aspirin to relieve the hangover from last night's wine. Once you had finished your drink, you had noticed that your trash bin was pretty full (and smelly). Once you had draped an old coat over your back, and stumbled all over your living room trying to put your shoes on, you hurried outside to throw away the bag before the cold wind caught you.
As you close the bin and start to turn back out of the alley, a familiar figure is seen at the end, holding what seems to be a bouquet of flowers and a plush bear.
”No fucking way, is that-“ “y/n?” The familiar Italian calls out for you.
”Luigi..what the hell are you doing here? Didn’t i tell you to fuck off?” You grumble, which he replies with a wince.
”I was just walking around, y'know?" “In 47 degree weather, with a bouquet and a plush in your hands?” “Yeahhh.”
The two of you lock eyes for a moment, you of course trying your best to seem mad, when in reality Luigi could tell you had missed him.
”Is it okay if I join you? I mean you don’t have to, I just kinda—really missed you..” Hearing those words come out of his mouth felt unreal. Luigi? Luigi missed you? Many times during the past he made the relationship and you feel like a puppy. He loved the idea of a girlfriend, of a lover. But god did he hate having to do the hard parts of being a boyfriend.
”Is it okay?” You mocked, “Is it okay for you to just come in my home after destroying it? After you made me feel like a burden for having real emotions, for wondering about how your day went, for forgiving you so many times whenever you’d ’forget’ to text me back and ‘forget’ to even consider me as your girlfriend? No wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was just another trophy for you, another accomplishment that’s worthless to you!” You hissed at the man, watching him wince in remembrance of your many texts and calls left delivered.
”y/n..You're right, I'll admit I was a complete asshole last time. I had no idea how to properly care for you, for us. I thought all I had to do was cuddle and kiss you every now and then, and that would keep everything secure.” You rolled your eyes and continued to walk to the stairs of your apartment complex, but he continued, making sure to keep space between.
”But now I know, love isn't that easy. I've read a lot of books on how to keep a woman happy in a relationship, as well I’ve been reading and working on communicating better. Fuck, i’d read a whole library about how to fix us if it meant i could just spend one night getting to talk to you again, my girl.”
My girl.
That dumb little nickname always pulled strings at your heart, it made you feel like a priceless artifact that Luigi could never stop admiring. Well it used to feel like that.
But at the same time, you do wonder if those dumb books really did help him, your mind also plays the call you had with your friend last night ‘if you even dare to text him back, you gave me the full permission to beat your ass’. Welll, talking in person doesn’t really count as texting, so this is fine, right?
You look down at the entrance mat, then at Luigi, your eyes taking their time to adore over his dark brown curls. “Fine” you grumbled, trying to act like this wasn’t the best day of the past 3 years you haven’t seen him, “Come in”.
2:00 PM
The table is laid out with the bouquet of red, pink, and white tulips now in a vase, two bowls of some pasta that Luigi had helped you cook with whatever remaining ingredients you had left, and the both of your jackets resting on a chair.
”…” The silence between you and Lu felt like the room was drowning in water, and you can't seem to spit it out, luckily Luigi breaks the awkwardness.
”Hey, do you wanna put a movie on and just relax on the couch for the rest of my stay, promise my intentions are innocent!” He sputtered, which just caused you to laugh.
“Oh trust me Lu, I'm making sure that you’ve truly worked on yourself before were that ‘relaxed’”, he shyly nods in agreement, worried that any word or other movement could get him kicked out. Good. “But, watching a movie with you seems fine.” You huff, before standing up and walking over to the couch, Lu follows you like a lost kid.
After scrolling endlessly on Netflix for something watchable, you both settle on a horror movie, as it is almost Halloween afterall. And what kind of horror movie would it be if you didn’t get jumpscared by the loud sound effects out of all things..
“Gah!” You jump, accidently huddling closer to Luigi. As if it was automatic, he slowly pulls you closer to where you’re practically sitting in his lap.
“Scared? It’s just a movie baby~” “yeah a loud one” He couldn’t help but chuckle from the seriousness you responded with.
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10:34 PM
“Well, I guess I have overstayed my visit to you y/n, do you maybe wanna..I don’t know-do you wanna go out next weekend? There’s this nice cafe by my place that we could chat at for a bit.”
You smile at his awkwardness, the Italian seemed to have changed over the years. “Of course we can go out next weekend.”
As Luigi slowly places his coat on, you pat him on the back softly.
“Yes?” Before he could react, you softly peck a kiss on his cheek. “Just a goodbye present since I didn’t have a boquete and plush on speed dial” you joke, he wanted to laugh but he was too busy trying to process the small gesture.
“Y-yeah! Haha..I’ll see you then okay?” The two of you can’t help but stare at each other in silence for a moment, and in the blink of an eye your hands are on each other, and your lips crashed against his.
The sloppy make out at the front of your door lasts for a while, 6 minutes to be exact, as you too both finally break off from each other, Lu has the biggest and cheesiest grin on his face.
“I missed that.” “Missed what?” “The taste of your lips on mine.”