#asseylum3

She was gone for an insane amount of time. Nearly one... freaking.... year...! As much as he'd liked her to stay with him in Magnolia, he knew how much her country meant to her so he figured that instead of one day, he would be okay without her for one month. But then that month turned into a year and it was then did he start to worry. What if she found another guy that was totally better than him? She did mention that she had a bunch of other suitors and heck, who knows what those assholes would have done to her.

Clenching his fist, he resisted the urge to yell. Instead he took deep breaths, leaning his head back against the back of the couch as he faced the ceiling. She'd be back soon, he tried to comfort himself, trying not to imagine the worst. But alas, his fears resurfaced as he relaxed and he was a mess all over again. 

Groaning, he buried his face in his hand, sliding it upwards until it ran into his hair. She wouldn't run off with someone else. They were fated and engaged and she'd promised that she'd be back for him. If that wasn't enough as a source of comfort to his insecurities, he didn't know what was, but still...

There was a knock and the door and he buried himself further in his hands, already convinced that it wasn't her. He'd been getting up with high hopes whenever there was a knock for a few months and he didn't really want to face the same disappointment right now. But alas, the knock was persistent and so he stood up, angrily marching towards the door and he was just about to yell at the person on the other side of the door until he saw just who exactly it was.