“If the world was ending, you’d come over. Right?” I whisper into the quietness of the room. We were just friends. Simply friends hanging out on our weekly night to keep each other company while we edit. Our computers pushed aside about twenty minutes ago after we decided to take a short break.
“What?” David asks sitting up from his position on the couch so he could face me. I cower away from his gaze in embarrassment, refusing to make eye contact.
“You’d come over if the world was ending, right?” I ask again. Unsure of why the question came to me at such a random time. It’s a simple question, but my heart beats heavily in my chest as I wait for an answer. The question seems so small but it causes atmosphere in the room to shift. It’s not just a silly question, it holds more meaning and I can tell that he realizes that.
He takes a second to answer, and I finally allow myself to look at him as his eyes search my own. I wait for him to crack a smile, but his demeanor remains soft and serious. Vulnerability settles in as the silence causes the worst scenario to begin playing through my head.
The negative thoughts are cut off as he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and takes the opportunity to cup my face with his hand.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his soft eyes locking with my own. “Yeah, I would.”
His response makes my shoulders slump in relief as I lean into his touch. There’s an understanding in the way that we look at each other. Everything that has been left unspoken between us fades away as I stare into his eyes tearfully.
“You know I would,” he murmurs, before leaning in to break the space between us.