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3. "let me take your hand, i'll make it right / i swear to love you all my life”
you and anthony had been dating since a little before he got drafted. both of your guy’s parents told you that you were made for each other. it was the perfect love story.
but as of late, things were a bit rough. there was more fighting and more arguing. the same fairy tale you once lived was slowly dwindling away.
it was date night. you had set the date a few weeks prior, and now here you were, sitting alone at the table, looking really dumb all alone. you got all dressed up, and hoped that this would somehow rejuvenate your relationship.
you ordered food so you didn’t look as sad, but if anything, you looked more sad. as you ate, you were deep in your thoughts. the waitress walked over to you, “excuse me, miss. we have a credit card on file with last four numbers 4756. is that correct?” she asked.
you thought about it for a second. you knew it was anthony’s card, and knew it was petty, but he was an ass for standing you up, “correct.” you nodded.
“all right, well, can i get you anything else?”
“can i have your two most expensive bottles of wine?” you asked.
“of course.” the women nodded, and walked back towards the kitchen.
later that night, you were pretty tipsy from all the wine as you stumbled back into the apartment you and anthony shared. you heard him in the living room, and heard mat’s voice, meaning he probably spent the whole night with mat.
they saw you walk into the room, almost tripping over your feet a few times, “hey, where’ve you been? i've been calling you.” Anthony told you, getting up to stable you.
“mat, go home.” you told your friend. mat got the message, and quickly made his exit.
“where were you tonight?” Anthony asked. you pushed his arms away, and stumbled into the bedroom.
“i was waiting at the restaurant all night for you. that’s where i was.” you told him.
“oh, crap, was that tonight?” anthony asked.
“i sat there for hours, waiting. and you never came.” you told him.
“i'm sorry, y/n.” he apologized, looking guilty.
“i'm sure you are.” you scoffed, slamming the bedroom door in his face.
“what are you doing?!” he shouted through the door.
“i'm going to bed. you can take the couch.” you told him.
“we’re not supposed to go to bed angry.”
“well, you should’ve thought of that before you stood me up!” you yelled, throwing your shoe at the door, causing him to flinch, “just, go away.” you sounded tired, so he did as he was told, and walked back towards the living room.
the next morning, you woke up, and looked over at the side anthony would normally be at. you heard clanging on the kitchen, and and laid in bed for a second, debating what you wanted to do.
you climbed out of bed, and made your way to the kitchen. as the kitchen got closer, so did the smell of breakfast. you leaned against the doorway, watching anthony slave away over the stove.
he turned around to grab something from the counter, and noticed you leaning in the doorway, “did i wake you?” he asked nervously.
“no, you didn’t.” you shook your head.
“look, about last night-”
“let’s just not talk about it, because if we do, then we’ll end up yelling at each other like we always do, and i don’t think i can mentally take another fight.” you told him.
he took what you said to heart, “look, i'm really sorry. not just about tonight, but about the past few weeks. i know that i've been the one starting the fights.” he admitted.
you didn’t say anything, so he continued, “nothing can make up for all the fighting and the arguing, and the fact that you sat alone at that restaurant all night, but i promise you that i will make it up to you. we’ll start right now.” you looked him in the eyes as if trying to see if he was telling the truth.
“i'll think about it.” you told him, grabbing a mug and pouring some coffee, before heading back up to the bedroom.
later that night, you tiredly set all your stuff down at the front door, and heard soft music coming from the kitchen. but the music wasn't what caught your attention, it was the smell of your favorite dish wafting through the apartment.
you dropped what you were doing, and made your way to the dining room, where anthony was lighting the last candle on the table. he herd your footsteps, and looked up, “hi.” he blew out the match.
“what is all of this?” you asked confused.
“this is me trying to apologize.” he told you.
“anthony, i haven’t made a decision yet.” you sighed.
“i know, and this isn’t me trying to make you decide faster, this is me making up for last night.” he explained, pulling out a chair for you.
you raised a brow, but sat in the chair. he pushed the chair in, and quickly made his way over to the other side of the table, “i'm really sorry.” he apologized again.
“i know.” you nodded, taking a sip of your wine.
“please don’t leave me.” he begged. you looked up at him wide-eyed.
“i'm not leaving you, i promise. i just need to think about everything.” you told him, getting out of your seat, and walking over to him, and sitting on his lap, “i promise.” you whispered, leaning down and kissing his forehead.
“I love you so much, and I swear i'll love you all the day i die.” he wrapped his arms tightly around you, and you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.
“i love you, too.” you kissed the underside of his jaw, “i also might’ve spent way too much money on wine last night.”
“i figured as much.” he laughed, kissing your head.
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