Nothing was going right for Zayne today, exhaustion and cling on his weary form like a second suit, an intern messed up his medical files in an attempt to clean, back to back surgeries without rest, he lost a patient today and the family blamed him, fingers pointed at him as if he was the one who delayed the surgery in the first place despite his several insistent reminders that they did not have much time. Why isn't anyone listening to him?
His steps were heavy as he closed the door of his home with a controlled slam. He quickly makes work of his coat, his tie. Vanilla notes fill the air and he knew you were home from your trip to the mall.
You hummed as you finish piping the cupcake you were working on, perking up as you hear the door open and close, albeit a little forceful and it made you flinch a bit, but Zayne was home!
With a carefully decorated cupcake in hand on a small plate, you rush to greet your boyfriend.
"Zayne! You're home!" you beamed at him in that soft, dainty voice of yours that usually soothes his weary bones, but he was too agitated to care.
You were holding out the plate for him to take, "I made some sweets! I know you a hard day at work, I understand so-"
"Mhm," he quickly says, wishing you'd drop it and just let him go, determined to just retire in bed.
"But you need to eat!" you gently huffed, "Just eat one of these while I get started on dinner, okay?"
"Put it somewhere, I'm not hungry."
"But you haven't eaten anything! Yvonne told me-"
"For god's sake, listen to me!" his voice bellowed, startling you. "Are you deaf? Are those ears just for show?"
He knew he should stop, he should shut up. But he couldn't help it as his frustration finally spill out.
"I just spent an entire day of work with idiots who don't know how to follow instructions, I don't need one in my home too." he spat bitterly, "What the hell do you know about hard work? All you do is stay in my house, eat my food, waste my money. I don't have the time to play house with you. And if there's any semblance of intelligence in that brain of yours, you'd know to get off my back."
Somewhere, in your soft little heart, something breaks. You bow your head in shame, eyes starting to water, you lips start to wobble.
He tries to walk away, accidentally nudging your shoulder in the process as the plate fell from your trembling hands, shattering into the marble tile with a sickening crash. You let out a small yelp.
When he looked back, you were already kneeling. Picking up the pieces of broken shards, visibly shaken.
"My love," he uttered as it finally dawned on him what he had just done. He was quick to approach and kneel with you, holding your hands to prevent you from picking up the shards any further. He fears you might hurt yourself.
"It's alright, please, it's dangerous to-"
"I'm sorry," you let out a shaky whisper. "I'm so sorry, Zaynie," you shoulders were tight, your hands on your lap. You looked so so small. Tears fell from you eyes and onto the back of your hands.
He just shouted at you. He yelled at you. He made you feel stupid, when in fact, you were the best thing that could have ever happened to him. He made you cry.
His heart lurched, a sickening feel starting to form in his stomach.
He slowly helped you up, steering you away from the broken plate as you slowly wrap your arms around his torso, tight.
"I didn't know, I'm sorry. I'll do better." you sniffled in his chest. You hadn't stopped shaking at all.
Zayne's eyes start to sting as he looks at your trembling form. "No, no, sweetheart. I should be the one apologizing, you didn't so anything wrong, I- Fuck." the words were stuck on his throat.
You, his sweet, shy little darling, couldn't have done anything wrong, it was his fault. He let his frustration take over him and he vented his anger on you, his angel. The only person who has never made him feel like he was an asshole, yet he's being one right now.
"I'll get a j-job." you say, "A-And then I'll work hard. I-I'll do my best," you whimpered.
"Absolutely not, you don't-" he gulped, "you don't have to, I know how anxious you get around other people and- I- I'm so sorry, my love. I'm sorry." his voice wavered.
His arms wrap around your shaking shoulders, holding you impossibly closer to him as he finally let his tears free. And under the coldness of the winter night, you held each other through your tears, Zayne remembers the reason he pushes through each grueling day, it was all for you. He doesn't deserve you.
"I keep on hurting you," he croaked through his tears.
"I love you." you reply. That just made him sob harder.
As you talked things through, and Zayne doing his absolute bestest to assure and show you how much you really meant to him, you finally drifted to sleep in the bed you both shared, he slips out to clean the mess. On the floor, the ruined cupcakes sat, untouched.
He picks one up and takes a bite. It was sweet.
Zayne, amidst the quiet, never felt more regret. Fresh tears finds it's way down his cheeks as he slowly savored the pastry you prepared.
He will never let this happen ever again.
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