inspired by the song „what about us" and „just like a pill" by p!nk. And I also heard „the devils daughter" by Laura St. Jude If u want to, you can listen to it while you're reading.
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He's never home. We moved together 2 years ago. I thought it was a good idea, silly me. I don't regret it, but since last year he comes home late, 11pm and go to work at 4am. And i'm alone. And if I'm honest we haven't had sex in month. It feels like he isn't my boyfriend anymore. I love him, more than I thought I ever could. But it breaks me every day a little more. It's 8pm and I decided to call him.
„Hey Babe what's up I'm at work" „Yeah Cole dont call me babe. Since you're not home for months I'm telling you this over the phone." „Y/n I can't. I'm on my way to a restaurant with the cast right no-" „I don't give a fuck what you're doing or where you are. Listen or I will pack my things and you won't see me in a while." „What the hell is going on with you" „Oh I can tell you what the hell is going on with me. You're never home and I don't have the chance to see you and when you're home at night, you go straight to bed. I can't do this anymore." My voice cracked and tear ran down my cheeks. „It feels like you don't want to be with me, I feel so alone. I'm your girlfriend for 5 years now, or tell me am I? Or do you lost interest in me? I feel seriously so down, insecure and lonely lately and you didn't even notice. So do me a favor and tell me. Do you love me Cole Sprouse?" It was silent. For a long time. „Okay I got it.", I hung up and cried my eyes out. After ten minutes I got up and started to pack my things in „our" bedroom. I felt so stressed out and weak. I sat down on the ground and leaned against the wall with my back. I cried again. After 15 minutes I heard how someone opened the door. Is it cole?
I stood up and opened the bedroom door. And he stood right in front of me. Looked at me, crying. His beautiful eyes were filled with regret and sadness. He touched my cheek, hugged me tighter than ever before. „I'm so so sorry. I'm so stupid. I love you so so much.", he whispered in my ear. I cried in his shoulder. It felt so good to be in his arms. His cologne let me feel safe and loved. He pushed me away and looked deep in my eyes. Then he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard, but passionate. I knew what he wanted to do.
„No No no no no cole. No" He let go of me and looked sad. „What?" „Fucking don't make things better!" His eyes were locked in mine. „Who said I wanna fuck you? I wanna make love to you", he whispered the last part. His eyes glossy. That was one of the most beautiful sentence I've ever heard. „Make love to me", I whispered. God I love him so much. His touch made my body feel beautiful. His beautiful face and dark hair looked so sexy. „I love you so much", he whispered in my ear, goosebumps all over my body. „You're an asshole, but I love you", I breathed out. His lips sucked at my neck, making me moan.
