there he was, panting, breathing, crying. god, draco hates when he cried. how could anyone ever watch those pretty eyes shed a tear. hate clawed up his throat. and guilt. after all, draco was responsible for those tears.
their first fight had been brutal. it was expected. years of animosity later and they were dating, so yeah, they had a lot of barbs to spew during fights. and since it was their first one? draco couldn't hold back.
and now his eyes were welling up. he stumbles off the chair, rushing to his baby and cradling his face, kissing the tears off. "i am sorry. sorry. sorry, my love." he kisses harry. his cheeks. his jaw. his neck. whispering apologies and promises to never be cruel again.
Headcanon that Kenji and Ben's first fight as a couple is about Ben moving back to Georgia to continue his studies at Delaney University.
Kenji wants Ben to do what he loves, but he can't help but feel terrified. Terrified that Ben will do the same thing that Brooklynn did. That he'll get left again. They'd been living in Kenji's camper together for a few months and Kenji was just starting to feel like he had something. Something good and stable. And now his something good and stable wants to move across the country. Kenji's fear gets the best of him, and he raises his voice, trying to articulate his feelings but being so terrified and vulnerable that they come out wrong.
Kenji has to leave to gather his thoughts. He calls Mama Bowman for advice, clears his mind with exercise, and lets himself soak in the world around him. When he comes back to the camper that night he has an apology on his lips and takes Ben's face in his hands and assures him that he'll be with him. That he'll support him, whether Ben's a breath away from him in their bed or across the country. He's got him.
I WANNA WRITE THIS IT CAME TO ME AT THE GYM TODAY
also pretty sure we don't know where Delaney University is. But I'm gonna say it's in Georgia.
Hi everyone! I got several requests for 🎭 (Jealousy): Din Djarin, Armorer, and Paz Vizsla. Paz also got a request for 💥(First Fight). So, without further ado, here we go!
📚 My Master List 📚
1. Jealousy – Din Djarin
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG13
● Din Djarin is a quiet, unassuming man with little desire for anything but to protect his little family. Din does not talk much, which means it took you a very long time to learn how to decipher his body language. He tends to keep things bottled up inside himself, so even if he is feeling something strongly, he never shows it to you. At best, you will recognize that his tone is slightly off. After that, it takes a few minutes of cajoling before he speaks.
● That is why it takes months for you to realize that he actually likes you and anticipates your company whenever the two of you can spare the time to hang out together. And for the past month? You have been starting to suspect he has romantic intentions toward you.
● One day, he offers to take you to town to pick up some supplies you need, and you eagerly agree. You look forward to a bit of fresh air, too. You know he isn’t good with small talk, so you keep it to things you know he likes – his sweet, tiny goblin of a child and blasters.
● The supply run goes by faster than either of you anticipated, which means that you can linger in the market for a bit. There, you find a toolkit that you know one of the mechanics needs. It, however, is way out of the price range that you find acceptable, so you start trying to haggle the price down to something you can afford.
● The shopkeeper does not seem to care that you are Mandalorian. He does not seem to care about the fact that you are Mandalorian. In fact, he seems to be gazing up at you in fascination, a blush on his cheeks and a grin stretching across his lips. Sighing to yourself, you flirt back, directing his attention back to the toolkit. He finally knocks it down to what it’s actually worth and you accept his offer. As you start counting out credits, the man cheekily asks if you’d be interested in grabbing a drink later tonight.
● Before you can answer, you feel Din come up behind you and wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you toward him. With the way you are pressed up against him, you can feel tension radiating from every square inch of his body.
● “That won’t be possible,” Din says in the rudest tone you’ve ever heard him use with someone, “She’s having drinks with me.” The shopkeeper blinks and nods rapidly.
● “I wasn’t aware that you were with someone!” he says to you.
● “Can we get that receipt?” Din asks tightly, unaware that your mouth is flapping uselessly behind your visor, “My girl and I have plans.”
● You look up at Din, then at the shopkeeper, then back up at Din, your brain fizzling into a state of utter incomprehension. Once the receipt has been handed over, and you have the toolkit in your bag, Din leads you away, his hand possessively low on your hip.
● When you’re back on the Razor Crest, he tries to make a break for the cockpit, but you’re faster than he is, and you cut him off. You fold your arms under your breast plate and stare up at him.
● “Din,” you say quietly. “What was that about?”
● He stays quiet for a few moments. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he finally admits.
● “Were you jealous?” you ask.
● “Yeah,” he admits grumpily. He tries to retreat, but you stop him with one hand on his wrist.
● “You don’t need to be jealous,” you say softly to him. “I…I’m yours, Din. If you want.”
● Din freezes in place. Then he gently leans in and presses his forehead to yours in a brief keldabe kiss.
● “There’s no need to be jealous,” you say. Then mischievously, “Though, I wouldn’t mind you wrapping your arm around me like that again.”
● He stammers something out in response, ducking his head in mortification. It’s true – you do like the idea of him claiming you publicly.
2. Jealousy – Armorer
Word Count: 752
Rating: PG13
· Armorer is a woman who has spent many years looking after others before herself. She has lost many loved ones over the years, so she is quite possessive of those who still remain. When she meets you, and finds that she wants you as her own, she makes it known that You. Are. Taken. The Tribe hunters keep a respectful distance from you, knowing that their Alor has claimed you as her own.
· Initially, you are quite shy, but as soon as you get settled into the Tribe, your personality begins to shine. The hunters often call you the runt of the strill litter – you’re the smallest one there, yet you’re the most aggressive.
· (Before leaving you here, Din had taken you aside to give you some advice. “If you want something done, you must not hesitate to assert yourself. Hunters are used to getting their way with outsiders. You make the mistake of giving them an inch, they’ll try to take the entire fucking parsec. Put your foot down and let them know that you are not rolling over for them. I know your society tells you to be nice, but here, be the assertive warrior I know you have locked up in here.” He very gently poked one index finger into your sternum. It was an awkward pep talk, but…it worked.)
· The first attempt to overstep you had happened in the Foundry. Some idiot hunter just shoved his cloak into your arms and told you to go repair it. You had faltered for a half second before getting up and sweetly saying to him, “Of course, I’ll take care of it right now. It won’t take long to fix the problem.”
· Armorer watched you apprehensively as you marched to the Forge. When she realized what you were about to do, she almost stopped you, but she didn’t. (Secretly, she wanted to watch the ensuing meltdown.) You wadded up the smelly, ratty cloak and pitched it straight into the bright blue flames. As the cloak burned away into dust, the hunter spluttered indignantly before making a threat toward your continued existence.
· She stepped in then, warding him off with one hand, “You said you wanted the problem fixed. There is no longer a hole in your cloak.” He had stomped off like a spoilt child then, muttering something foul under his breath about your ancestors. Then she turned to you, “In the future, do not toss a hunter’s property into my Forge. It is not a waste receptacle.” (You turned bright red and stammered out the sweetest, sincerest apology she’d heard in her life. From then on, you insisted on helping clean to make up for what essentially amounted to sacrilege.)
· That ballsy show of a backbone had certainly endeared you to her. You wanted nothing more than to help the Tribe succeed, to learn more about the Mandalorian way. She liked seeing the way your eyes lit up on seeing the children playing (and often, you’d go join them). When you shyly brought her a bottle of cold water at the end of a long, hot day spent at the Forge, Armorer realized that she had fallen hard.
· Other people would have taken time to think about it. She, however, knew how unpredictable life as Mandalorian could be. So she started courting you on the spot, making her interest in you known to you and to the Tribe. No one overstepped…until that one idiotic hunter tried to woo you. She had been jealous for seconds before realizing how stupid it was to be jealous.
· As he tried and tried to convince you to join him for ‘private sparring lessons’, you refused, just smiling, waiting for Armorer to come say something. Armorer finally grew fed up and came to you, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you tight against her breast plate, relishing in the tiny sigh you let out.
· That was all it took for him to realize the mistake he was making. When Armorer let her fingers drift down to her side, he backed off. (If it’s one thing Mandalorians learn early in life, it’s that the armorer of their tribe is the last person they want to cross.)
· You turn to Armorer, burying your face into the fuzzy capelet she wears, inhaling the scent of smoke and fire. Her hand drops to your ass and squeezes, making it clear without a doubt that you are most certainly taken. Then she gently presses her forehead against yours.
3a. Jealousy – Paz Vizsla
Word Count: 1210
Rating: PG-13
● As an older man in his forties, Paz Vizsla has had many years to learn how to temper that passionate part of himself. When he grows angry or jealous, Paz instinctively forces himself to stop and think, which is a lesson that many hunters learn far too late in life. Anger blinds people, which leads to mistakes, and can cause devastation. Anger can drive people to do or say things they normally never would. The last thing Paz ever wants to do is to hurt someone he loves.
● He is a walking bucket of contradictions: he is passionate, emotional, and prone to violence; he is logical, rational, and will never hurt the person he loves.
● As Alor’ad when it comes to the military aspet of their Tribe, he is personally responsible for ensuring that everyone is well-trained in a variety of combat techniques, including hand-to-hand, shooting, aerial maneuvering, and survival skills. This is a job he takes Seriously. When he feels someone needs improvement, he will dedicate himself to improving their skill, even if that other person feels like they are being smothered to death by him. (No one will ever complain about this, though, because Paz’s tutelage has saved more than one hunter from a mistake of their own making.)
● One day, while hosting a group of homeward-bound hunters, he sees you talking to one of them. Paz can’t remember his name. All he knows is that the kid is young and cocky, and halfway decent with his rifle. To his dismay, you and the kid get on like a house on fire, as if the two of you have known each other for your entire lives.
● For the first time in many years, Paz finds himself burning with jealousy, and even though he tries his best to hide it, everyone picks up on his body language, his terse speech, and the murderous stares he throws in the kid’s direction.
● Paz would never dream of asking you to end a friendship to make himself feel better. He also knows he needs to make his feelings known to you, but you’re having so much fun he doesn’t want to keep you from shooting with a friend. Or sparring with a friend. Or reading with a friend. Or… Paz shakes the thoughts from his head.
● There is nothing sexual there, he tells himself firmly. (That doesn’t stop him from watching the kid from afar, waiting for him to fuck up just once so he can put him in his place.)
● It takes nearly a week, but the kid finally steps over the imaginary line Paz had put up as his own personal boundary. The kid wraps his arm around your neck, pulls you down, and gives you a good whack on the noggin. Paz sees red at the assault on your person. Rather than blow up at him, you elbow him in the side and laugh at him.
● Paz can handle the banter, the playfulness, and the sparring. But physically putting his hands on you? That is where Paz draws the line, especially since you’ve stabbed other hunters for doing the exact same kriffing thing in the past. He gets up and approaches, keeping his posture calm and relaxed to avoid alerting the little shit of his intentions.
● “Hey, Paz!” you say to him. “Come sit with us!” He wants desperately to sit with you, to feel your warmth against his own, but he has other business to take care of first. He declines with a gentle shake of the head and a brush of his fingers against your shoulder.
● “I actually came over to talk to you,” Paz says, turning to the young man. “Let’s talk about this morning.” The kid cocks his head, relaying his confusion.
● “This morning?” he asks, and Paz nods in response. “This morning,” Paz says. “Let’s go.” He puts one hand on the kid’s shoulder and squeezes just hard enough to let him know that he means business.
● Out in the hallway, out of your sight, Paz turns to the kid and stares him down. Then he leans in, making the kid back into the wall in surprise. Paz takes a deep, dark pleasure in watching his rival back down without a fight.
● “Let me make one thing clear to you,” Paz growls. “She’s mine. You put your hands on her again and I will break every single bone in your body.”
● Paz expects the kid to respond with “Yes, sir, I understand” or maybe “Oh, shoot, I didn’t know you two were together” or something like that. What he doesn’t expect is to hear the kid laugh. Stunned, incandescent rage fills him as the kid continues to laugh, unintelligible gibberish escaping his modulator as he tries to speak.
● “What the hell are you two doing out here?” you ask from the doorway.
● “Nothing, cyare,” Paz says. “Just having a talk.”
● “This – this di’kut,” the kid gasps out, “He-he thinks I’m hi-hitting on you!”
● “What?” you ask incredulously. “Paz, what the hell?”
● He almost snarls at the kid as he turns back. While he laughs, the kid shrinks back against the wall, a shriek of laughter escaping him.
● “Paz!” you say, putting your hand on his bracer. “Paz, you idiot, he’s my brother!”
● Like a popped balloon, the rage leaves him, and crippling mortification seeps in to fill the void. It all makes sense now. Paz bemoans his temper. He should have known from the kriffing start. He and Din treat each other the exact same way – the playful wrestling, the banter, and the constant pestering. He takes a half-step back and exhales.
● “Sorry,” he says grumpily. “I didn’t know you were siblings.”
● You shake your head at him, “Paz, I told you my brother was coming to visit. Were you not paying attention to me?”
● “When did you tell me?” he asks in confusion. You press your bucket against your hands in a clear show of your exasperation. The kid just starts to giggle again.
● “I told you right after our last shooting lesson,” you say to him. Paz thinks back on that moment and feels an uncharacteristic blush crawling up his cheeks. He turns back to the kid and slams his hands over the kid’s audial receptors.
● “They’re off, they’re off!” the kid says, and Paz withdraws his hands.
● “Cyare, as I recall, you were quite undressed at that time,” Paz says. “Surely you cannot expect me to actually be able to focus on anything but those little lace panties?”
● You gasp in mortification at his lewd words. Indignantly, you turn on your heel and march away without another word. Paz turns his head back down at the kid and waves his hands to get his attention.
● “Are they on again?” Paz asks.
● “Yeah,” the kid says.
● “Let me get you a drink to make up for my shitty behavior,” Paz responds.
● “You in the strill house now?” he asks.
● “Yup,” Paz responds. “By the way, you’re good with your rifle. I can give you a few tips, if you’d like.”
● After buying your brother a drink, giving him a proper apology, and some shooting lessons, Paz feels like he’s made up for his behavior. Now, he needs to get back on your good side…
3b. First Fight with Paz Vizsla
Wordcount: 663
Rating: PG13
● Despite what everyone says about hunters, Paz is quite intelligent. He is acutely aware of your emotional state and your needs. It is exceptionally rare that he slips up and upsets you. The two of you have your disagreements, like any other married couple, but it has never gotten to the point where the two of you actually fight. Despite your best efforts, it is inevitable that you and Paz have your first true fight.
● The day starts off like any other – you wake up with Paz’s arm around your waist and his face buried into your hair. After getting ready for the day, the two of you head to your respective workstations. The first disagreement is over something ridiculously stupid. You’re already tense, and Paz accidentally brings you the wrong ration. You thank him – a hint of sarcasm in your voice – and he responds in kind. Normally, you and Paz have no problems communicating, but today has been extremely stressful for the two of you.
● Staggering in through the bedroom door, you immediately trip over Paz’s boots and fall flat on your face. Rather than scold him, you blow up at him. He tells you to watch where you are going, rather than apologize for leaving his shit in the way. From there, it escalates, turning into a fight about everything that each of you has done to wrong the other.
● He shuts down when he’s angry, so he stalks off to go hide in the bedroom, locking the door behind himself to keep you away from him. (Honestly, hearing the door shut behind him hurts worse than the fact that you two are even fighting.)
● For the first time since the start of your marriage, you two go to bed angry at one another. You take the couch while he keeps the bed. (He really is too big to fit on the couch, and even though you want to wring his kriffing neck right now, you don’t want him to aggravate his back injury.)
● Later, you curl up on your side and pull your pillow over your head. You can’t help but to cry – you have never been this angry with him or yourself before. You’re frustrated, sad, and alone. Paz didn’t do anything to deserve your anger or your attitude. You don’t want to fault him for responding in kind – he’s a patient man, but he isn’t going to sit there and take someone’s attitude endlessly.
● You sit up and wipe the tears off your face. As you’re wrapping the blanket around yourself, Paz comes out into the living room. He sits down next to you and wraps his arm around you. You don’t hesitate to bury your face against his shoulder.
● “Cyare,” you say softly, “Why are we fighting?”
● “I don’t know,” he says. “I truly don’t.”
● From there, you apologize for snapping at him, your poor attitude, and the things you had spat at him in anger. He apologizes as well for the same things, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. He exhales and kisses you on the forehead, making you blush lightly.
● “I don’t like fighting with you,” Paz says quietly. You nod in agreement, “We are a team, cyare. No one – nothing – should come between us, especially our anger.”
● Over the next hour, the two of you work things out, figuring out where all the anger had manifested, where those hurtful things came from. Once everything is settled, Paz carries you into the bedroom and tosses you down onto the bed. Then he curls up behind you, resting a heavy arm around you, grunting as he buries his face into your hair.
● “Much better,” he says. “Couldn’t sleep without your hair in my mouth.”
● Quietly, you giggle at his words. The two of you will overcome these differences together, just like any other problem that arises.
All in all, this has been a very informative exercise, and I think this shows me where I need to improve as a writer. I definitely need to work on getting a personality hammered out for Armorer. (That pun was not intended, but I’m leaving it in.) Thank you so much to everyone who sent in a request! I really appreciate it! :D
So here I am, finally caught up -hopefully for the last time- and here it is!
The start of the Road Trip!
AS always, you can read it on AO3 as well!
Enjoy!
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV / Relationships: Noctis/Prompto /
Tags: Prompto, Noctis, Ignis, Gladio, First Fights, Battle Damage, Potions, Prompto is Trying, Noct is Already Done, Noct’s Road Trip from Hell of Courting Prompto,
Chapter Eighteen: In Road Trips, There’s Always Hard Times.
Noct was decidedly done with the road trip.
It wasn’t the fact that the Regalia decided to break down miles from the one place they needed to go, forcing them to push the dang thing halfway there.
It wasn’t the fact that the stupid girl decided her repairs were going to cost a fortune.
Wasn’t even the fact that Cid and Cindy were both good at making them dance by their instructions.
No, Noct handled all of that pretty well, if he did say so himself.
No, what threw him over the edge was the stupid hunts.
“Tell me again why I let us do something this stupid?”
Prompto gave Noct a pitying smile and handed him another potion.
Gladio looked over from his chair next to the fire, giving Noct a scowl.
“Cause you like being arrogant and stupid?”
Noct threw it, the potion crashing into Gladio’s shoulder and shattering, causing the man to roar with pain for a second before it was soothed away. Gladio instantly stood, balancing on his chair as he glared Noct down.
“God damnit, you ba-”
Ignis instantly stood between them, his face entirely annoyed and just a bit pinched in pain from standing on his leg.
“Enough with your childish antics. We are all hurt and tired and are in no mood for your bickerings. And you are also scaring the one person who saved all our hides.”
Three pairs of eyes moved to Prompto’s back, his shoulders tell-tale to the slight shaking as he grabbed more potions.
He turned and gave them a small smile, his body tense as he held the bottles in his hand.
“Come on guys, let’s just… get through the night?”
Gladio sighed, settling back down into his chair and Noctis looked away, Ignis sighing as he limped back to the kitchen station. Prompto was instantly there, handing Ignis another potion before delivering one more to both Noctis and Gladio.
It had been a horrible fight really.
The scorpions weren’t so bad, the giant insects going down pretty easily as Prompto couldn’t stand bugs or anything that wasn’t suppose to be bigger than the average dog. He had shot most of them down, Noct easily mowing through them with his warp strikes with Ignis and Gladio playing back-up.
A little banged up but no worse for wear.
Even the daemon dogs and sabertusks weren’t awful, the cuts mounting on Noct’s skin nothing but mild annoyances when he washed.
The problem had been with the giant dualhorn.
Not only was the thing huge by itself but whatever had made it go berserk in the first place had given it a nasty boost and it was an understatement to say that they had gotten in over their heads.
It had swept the floor with them, sending Noct flying every time he had tried to warp strike, hammering Gladio repeatedly as he desperately tried to hold it off with his shield and literally stepping on Ignis’ leg, giving the man every excuse to call a retreat.
Prompto had really been the only one not completely injured by the beast, being the only one distant enough not to become a target.
They had somehow pulled it off, Prompto dragging Ignis far enough away to get him a potion and then helping with some sharpshooting as Noctis finally landed a solid hit on the monster.
They had instantly headed to the haven, their bodies barely being able to set up camp before they all decided that they needed to at least train for unexpectedly strong opponents.
Noct sighed, feeling the potion work its magic. Prompto smiled and moved on to Gladio, giving him one more as Ignis set the table.
Gladio stood and stretched, his face switching from a grimace to slight frown as he worked out the kinks. He looked over to Noctis, his face sighing in truce.
“Surviving there princess?”
Noctis stood too, letting his body pop and crack as he started to move.
“I’ve been worse. Specs, you still with us?”
Ignis gave a short nod, rubbing a hand along his leg.
“Yes. A bit sore but will do. And I will say it now: We have already run out of curatives. I suggest heading for a trader as soon as possible. We don’t want to be caught in one of these situations again.”
Prompto sighed, wincing a little as he stood from the box where they stored the curatives.
“Well, we do have two more left. So at least we didn’t completely drained ourselves on the first try.”
Gladio laughed, patting Prompto’s back affectionately.
Noct saw it, the faint tear of pain that ripped through Prompto’s face before he smiled slightly.
“I guess we have you to thank for that kid.”
Gladio rubbed a hand through Prompto’s hair, earning a indignant squawk from him before laughing and heading to get his food.
Prompto tried to soothe his hair, his eyes meeting Noct’s.
“What is it buddy? Still hurt somewhere?”
Noct noticed it now, the way Prompto was hunched just slightly, his shoulders stiff ad his hands opening and closing.
“Noct?”
He saw the way Prompto’s eyes were pinched just slightly, his mouth forming words around a slight grimace that said miles more than the boy would ever tell about how much pain he was in.
Noct tried to think back, tried to remember his he ever saw Prompto get hurt.
“Hey buddy?”
His mind replayed one moment, where Prompto was going for Ignis, where he was pounded into the ground, his back hitting hard enough to make him gag for a second.
“Noct!?”
Noct instantly came to reality, Prompto right in front of him, his eyes filled with worry and his hands gently shaking him.
He blinked for a second, Prompto giving him a moment.
“Are you okay Noct?”
It hit him, everything smashing together to punch him in the gut,
Noct sighed, trying to not let the anger surface.
“Prom, are you hurt?”
Prompto flinched, barely but so obviously to Noct. He loosened his hold on him, his eyes looking away as he started to back away.
“Wha- Dude, I am more worried abou-”
He wrapped his arms around Prompto, not giving him enough time to pull away before he squeezed.
Prompto instantly yelped, his body jerking away as Noct let him go, Prompto falling onto the ground.
Gladio and Ignis came up, looking from Noct to Prompto and then back.
Noct tried to ignore the fact that he was the one who made Prompto hurt, instead focusing on Ignis.
“Prompto got hurt. Get him a potion.”
Ignis sighed and went to get one, Gladio giving Prompto a look.
“Kid, why didn’t you say anything? If you’re hurt, you gotta speak up.”
Prompto swallowed hard, slowing standing, his face wincing hard.
His back was hurting more now, by the looks of it.
Probably from Noct’s squeeze.
He pushed down the horrible feeling in his stomach as Ignis came up and held the potion to Prompto. Prompto let it hang in the air before him, his eyes to the ground.
“It’s really no big deal guys. I got a little bruise on my back, nothing terrible like you guys. So it is fine even withou-”
“Prompto, if you don’t take this potion, I will personally smash it against your back.”
Prompto looked at Ignis for a beat, before going and taking the potion, downing it slowly as everyone watched.
Noct saw the way Prompto relaxed, his body no longer demanding stiffness and tension for the pain to slip away.
The rest of the night was Prompto apologizing softly and then being told to get to bed with Noct.
They slept together, Prompto in the corner and Noct next to Gladio.
They faced each other, Prompto falling asleep almost immediately, probably from hiding his pain for so long.
Noct didn't even know how he did it.
But he was sleeping peacefully now, his body cuddling just a bit closer to Noct.
Noct bit his lip, letting his hands snake around Prompto and softly touching his back.
Prompto just slept on, his dreams undisturbed by Noct's ministrations.
Noct sighed, letting his arms relax around him as he closed his eyes.
So guys, here it is! If you have any ideas for the road trip! Don’t feel afraid to share! I don’t mind at all!
But what is it? What is it about that first fight that makes it so pivotal to the well being of a relationship? There are many people who think that its the fight itself. That that fight is so big that if you get through it you'll get through most problems in the relationship. But that fight isn't always the biggest fight. In fact, that fight may end up being the smallest. But its not the size of the fight that matters. It's how you respond to it. How the couple handles the fight. That's why its important.
The first fight is important because, after x amount of happiness, and not just any happiness, but new relationship happiness; that first bit of turbulence is magnified. And it becomes very easy to look at the relationship and compare it to the life you had before the relationship. it becomes easy to say to that other person, "I don't need this. I was perfectly fine before..." and just walk away.
But this isn't the pivotal point in the fight. In fact, if you've reached the point where someone has said this then you're already too late. No, the key is that long silence that comes before that statement. it is in that moment where all decisions about the future of the relationship (or lack thereof) are made.
Because, I've watched it many times. I've watched as two people faced each other with questioning looks on their faces. I've watched as those two people stood in silence. And I've watched as those two people mistook the other's silence for lack of concern about the relationship. I've watched those people walk away and resent each other because they both wanted it to work, but neither could find the words to say. It's a truly sad sight.
I say this because, I've seen people that complement each other perfectly, walk away from, what seemed like destiny. Though I suppose there is something to be said to the fact that neither one could say anything. But I've digressed.
That first fight is important, because its the point at which both parties decide whether or not its worth it. And if its worth it, during that silence where the future hangs in the balance... on of them will step up and say something.
And I don't tell you this to say you should always fight for whoever you're in the relationship with. Sometimes the relationship is wrong for everyone. Instead, I tell you this because of all of the questions in this world, the worst question to have is...
