happy ending || Nick Mara
trigger warning: angst, cussing
I sat there, rain rolling down my cheeks, mixing with my salty tears. Another fight ending with one of us walking out, not sure if the other will still be there when we return. I swung on the swing set replaying tonight events.
I finished getting ready and waiting for Nick to get home. It’s my birthday and Nick promised to take me out. It’s been a rough year for us. It feels like we argue over everything and nothing and anything in between, but today is my day, OUR day.
I look at the time and he’s running late, again. I try to shake off any temptation to argue. Time kept going and going and eventually, 30 minutes turned into 3 and a half hours. 1 unread text turned to 10. 1 missed called turned to 4 too many. I signed as I dragged my feet upstairs realizing he wasn’t coming home anytime soon.
As I got out the shower I heard the front door open and close, following a voice I barely recognize anymore cursing at himself. I walked out of the bathroom with my hair and body wrapped up in a towel. He looked at me with sorry eyes but I couldn’t help but feel so angry. I rolled my eyes and did my nighttime routine. I changed to Nike shorts and an oversized shirt avoiding eyecontact with him.
“are you going to say something?” Nick says, breaking the tense silence. I scoffed at the fact that the first thing to come out of his mouth wasn’t an apology. “what?” he says again, clearly getting frustrated at my lack of communication. good.
“you promised Nicholas. you promised me you’d show up today. you promised we’d be us again. That we’ll be better. I never got so much as a happy birthday text. You were gone before I woke up and barely made it back in time to see me before I went to sleep.” I felt tears of frustration form in my eyes as my voice got shaky. He was going to speak but I quickly interrupted “I’M NOT FINISHED.” he closed his mouth and swallowed his words as I continued.”I had to schedule myself into your shitty ass schedule ON MY BIRTHDAY. WE MADE PLANS NICK. I’m so SICK and TIRED of being a second class citizen in your life.” I took a deep breath in and sat at the edge of the bed, feeling weak. “do you even love me anymore? are we worth fighting for?”
Nick looked down not saying anything. Probably taken aback at my control of this argument. Usually, he dominates the arguments, rarely letting me get a word in. His pause to my questions felt longer than it should have been. I nodded while tears streamed furiously down my cheeks without permission.
“got it,” I said getting up grabbing a hoodie and walking out. I heard him faintly yell at me to come back, that it’s dark and raining, but I didn’t care. I needed to getaway.
as I sat there staring at the ground I heard the swing next to me squeaking at the new weight being added to it. I didn’t look up, already knowing who it was.
after a few seconds of nothing but the sound of rain and the rusty swing set creaking, he finally spoke up. “I’m so sorry y/n… I never meant to hurt you like this…”
I sighed softly, “All I wanted was a happy ending.”
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