Timothée POV: It was Monday evening. Y/n had gotten home from work around an hour ago. She was currently in our bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. I was sprawled on the bed, relaxing after a long work day. I assumed y/n was washing her face or something, so I didn't think too much of it.
Twenty minutes pass, then thirty, then before I knew it, a whole hour passed by. This concerned me. Who in their right mind spends a full sixty minutes in the bathroom? I walk up to the bathroom door, and put my ear to it, listening. I heard sniffing and coughing. My love was crying. Loudly at that. I need to see her.
I open the door and my heart breaks when I see the sight. Y/n is sprawled on floor, sobbing her eyes out.
Y/n's POV: I hear the door click open and I'm absolutely mortified. I look completely disheveled, a complete mess. "Honey..." Timmy says hesitant. "Don't... Timmy I- I don't want you to see me like this." I continue to cry. "Well that's just too bad. Come here." He reaches a hand out for me, and I grab it defeatedly. Timothée pulls me back into the bedroom, and I sit on the bed. My hands are to my face, knees in my chest, completely embarrassed. Timmy sits down next to me, removing my hands from my face. He rubs my shoulder with one hand, other hand caressing me cheek. "What happened?" "I'm just sad." I say sniffling. "But why baby?" He says, rubbing his thumb on my wet cheek. "I'm just crying. Some people aren't built happy." I laughed a bit at the sentence that had just came out. "Well if your not going to tell me what happened... then the least you can do is tell me what I can do to make it all better." "I don't think you can make it all better this time Timmy. I'm just... beyond stressed. I'm so tired. I feel feel like such a terrible girlfriend. I've been so distant. I'm just not doing well." I explain to him, still sobbing. "Oh my dear.." He pulls me into his chest, my sobbing intensifies as I feel Timothée tearing up to. "I'm so fucking sorry." Timmy says, finally crying. "What? No. Why are you apologizing?" "I should've been more aware of how you were feeling. That's why this is my fault." "This is nowhere near your fault. Everything has been piling up on me recently. You are nowhere to be blamed." Timothée pulls me closer into his embrace. "I just want you to be okay. Okay?" I nod at his words. "Okay." I give him a faint smile, cupping his cheeks with my hands. "How about we get some sleep, and start fresh tomorrow yeah?" "Yeah. Let's have a restart."
Timothée pulls me into the covers. "You really gonna be okay y/n?" "Yeah I am. One step at a time." "Promise?" "Promise?" I kiss him on the cheek, and we fall asleep to the sounds of each others heartbeats.
A/N: ngl I hate this, but I'm tired and wanted to post. I've had an incredibly long, rough day so I thought this would be appropriate to post.
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