i loved the arguments with riize thing is it possible if i could request a separate/longer version of antons?
hehehehehe THIS ONE IS FOR YOU! (Hopefully youre still alive)
Anton You always knew he hated it when you dismissed his opinions, or when you twisted something he had done into a mistake in your mind. He never had the energy to fight backâhis silence was louder than any argument. He would just stare at you with those tired eyes and ask, âAre you done?â The words cut sharper than shouting ever could. They reminded you that he had already given up on trying to be understood.
Sometimes, before you even finished your sentence, Anton would just walk away. He could sense the storm building in your voice, the complaints about some small misstep, and he would retreat before the thunder broke. Each time he left, the room felt emptier, heavier. You were left standing there, feeling foolish, abandoned, and ashamed. His absence became a punishment you carried in silence.
Days turned into weeks, and the distance between you grew like a canyon. He avoided you more often, and you began to wonder if you had become unbearable. The thought gnawed at you late at night, when the house was quiet and you could almost hear the echo of his footsteps fading away. You replayed every word you had said, every sigh, every complaint, until your chest ached with regret.
One day, after an argument you felt it- he was about to shut down again, something inside you broke. You couldnât let him leaveânot this time. Your hand shot out, trembling, and caught his. He froze, startled, and looked down at you. You couldnât meet his gaze. Your eyes were fixed on the ground, heavy with shame and guilt.
âAntonâŚâ your voice cracked, barely audible. He tilted his head, concern flickering across his tired face. You swallowed hard, the words clawing their way out of you. âIâm sorry.â
He blinked, confused. His silence begged for more.
You lifted your eyes, tears burning at the edges, and continued, âIâm sorry for giving you reasons to avoid me. For making you feel like you had to walk away. For not listening. For not seeing you.â Your voice broke, and the apology spilled out like a flood you had been holding back for too long.
Antonâs expression softened, though his confusion lingered. He had braced himself for another complaint, but instead he found you unravelling before him. Slowly, almost cautiously, he smiledâa fragile, hesitant smile that carried the weight of forgiveness.
He pulled you into his arms feeling relief flooding his previously aching dull heart as he holds you without fear of his efforts being judged, tighter than necessary but it shielded you in a way you both had craved for a long, painful, long time
Antonâs embrace was not just a hug â it was a breaking open of everything you had been holding inside. His arms wrapped around you like a shelter, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself collapse into him. The tears you had been swallowing for weeks finally spilled, soaking into his shirt, but he didnât flinch. He held you tighter, as if he had been waiting for this moment too.
You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and strong, and it reminded you of all the nights you had lain awake, wondering if your mistakes had had led, you to have lost him for good. That rhythm was proof: he was still here, still yours, still choosing you despite your constant mistakes.
Anton pulled back just enough to see your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that kept coming. His eyes glistened, not with anger or confusion, but with something softer â something that made your chest ache with hope. âYou donât have to be perfect,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âI just need you to be here. With me. Not attack or judge every little thing I do.â
The words shattered you. All the guilt, all the fear, all the loneliness cracked open, and what remained was raw, unfiltered love. You nodded, unable to speak, but he understood. He always had.
He kissed your forehead, lingering there as though he could press forgiveness straight into your skin. âWeâll start again,â he said. âNo more walking away. No more silence. Just us.â
And in that moment, you realized the distance between you had not destroyed what you shared â it had only made you see how fragile, how precious it truly was. You clung to him, not out of desperation, but out of gratitude. The kind of gratitude that comes when youâve been given back something you thought you had lost forever.
Anton smiled through his own tears, and for the first time in a long time, you both took a fresh breath freely. You werenât just his again â he was yours. He forgave you. Even when you knew you did not deserve it. He still chose you, still forgave you, still loves you.
