Him: Time.

He was now alone in the apartment, looking around. Quite some time had passed since they’d decided on the split. The apartment was almost entirely empty, except for a few boxes and things that he’d come to pick up.

He took a deep breath as he looked around.

It was months ago that they’d moved in.

“Where are we?” she asked, angrily. “And when can I take this stupid blindfold off?”

“Just a few minutes. C’mon, trust me.”

He was holding her hand, leading her forward to the door, putting his key in and opening the door.

He led her in, closed the door behind her. “Ok, you can take off the blindfold now.”

She did, and gasped, eyes widening. “Is this…?”

“Yeah, it’s ours.”

Then she let out and excited noise, one that really could only be described as a squeal, though she would deny it later.

Her arms were around his neck, her lips were against his cheeks over and over and then his lips.

Really, it was almost funny, though sad, how time could change things so much.

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