Lonely.
Maybe it was the stress of all of his work, but the pain of loneliness that y/n felt so often for laying alone for hours in bed. Waiting for his to come home from the studio, or out of his home office, sometimes she would cry, but not all that often, she learned to cope.
She wore his sweatshirts more often, her wardrobe mingling with his. She wrote her thoughts of him, read their texts that now became inconsistent. But the older ones. Smiling down at the phone, feeling her waterline fill up with the salty, warm substances that every person knows too well.
She missed him so bad. It hurt sometimes, being alone for most of her days, the time to time make up cuddles warmed her heart, sure, but the the thoughts of being left again would soon flood her mind. Tears prickling at her eyes as she enjoyed his touches. She loves them, she leaned into them but couldn't help but feel a burning sensation as he brushed his fingers over her cheek, finally being on break. Taking his time to see her, she enjoyed it, but she couldn't handle the constant pain of missing him.
He missed her too, coming home late every night or not coming into bed until 3am, slowly eating his thoughts and mindset into a stressed and emotional one. They missed each other.
Now in the moment, they lay in seperate bed, the bubbles of the typing symbol showing for each other. How, everlasting hope of holding eachother one last time filling their hearts,but neither typed a word. Just a draft.
C: I miss you
Y/N: I miss you..
A/N: Short little angst for everyone. So a lot of people started reading this book when I was in my bad place and all I want to say is thank you so much❤️
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Corpse Husband Imagines
FanfictionI've been watching Corpse for around 3 years now and in my many failed attempts to find fanfic that I enjoyed the out come was little to nothing. So I decided to create my own, I will be doing fluff, smut and angst oneshots and maybe a couple of min...
