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first selfie of ‘26 | no filter

i haven’t taken a selfie or a pic in so long it feels weird doing it

but here we are and we are here to take more this year :)

Hey! So, I’m back with another one-liner prompt! It’s just a one shot, because I have zero ideas for a multi chapter fic right now, but I hope you enjoy it! It’s kinda short and I apologize for that!

These are the lines I used in this one:

“Yell, scream, cry, please just say something, anything.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Wow, you look... amazing.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“You’re everything to me.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

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“Amelia, come on. We need to talk about this.”

“Amelia. Why are you ignoring me?”

“Amelia!”

She stopped, a small sigh escaping her lips. Who was he to yell at her like that? She had every right to ignore him. Did he think she’d just forgive him for what he said and move on? Did he think they’d be okay after that? Who said something like that to another person? A person that they claimed to love and want to be with. A person that they wanted to raise a child with. How?

Owen noticed that he finally caught her attention when she stopped walking. She didn’t turn to face him, though. With a sigh, he walked up to where Amelia stood and went around to stand in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders. Owen bent down just a bit to look into her eyes. “Amelia... come on.. Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.” He said, his voice pleading. She hadn’t said a word to him since they left the lawyer’s office and he was scared. Amelia loved to talk, but, she wasn’t talking to him.

When she finally looked up into his eyes for the first time since they’d left, he saw how hurt she was by what he said. “I don’t have anything to say to you.” She whispered, her voice sounding as broken as the look in her eyes. She stepped to the side and walked around him after she spoke her peace, making her way to the bedroom.

Owen followed her, clearly not finished with the conversation, or lack thereof. “Amelia..” He said softly as he walked into their room. “I know you have something to say. You love to talk. Please.. talk to me.” He told her. Amelia made her way through the room, grabbing an overnight bag and filling it with clothes. Owen stood by the door, watching her. He knew she had to have something on her mind. The scary thing was that she wasn’t saying it. He had never seen Amelia like this. She was quiet. Too quiet. That wasn’t the Amelia he knew. “Mia..–”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that.” Amelia whispered. “You have no right to call me that anymore.” She said.

Owen sighed and walked up to where she was standing by the bed. He put his hands on her shoulders and stood between her and the bed. “Amelia..–” He sighed again when she moved away from him and went to grab some clothes from the dresser. “Amelia, come on.” He said as he walked up to her and took her hand. When she pulled away from him once more, he sighed out loud. “Would you just hold still?” He asked, obviously frustrated.

“Why?” Amelia asked, her voice flat.

“Because I’m trying to have a conversation with you.” Owen replied.

Amelia sighed and stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest. “What?” She asked.

Owen sighed, his eyes meeting hers for a brief second before she looked down. He knew she was hurt and there wasn’t much he could do about it because he was the one who hurt her. And he hated that fact. He took a step closer to her and sighed once again when he saw her take a half step back. “Amelia..” He said softly. “I know that I hurt you by what I said. And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was said out of anger. And I shouldn’t have said it.” He told her. “I shouldn’t have taken all of my anger out on you. You didn’t deserve it. You still don’t.” He said. He reached forward and rested his hands on her arms. “Babe, look at me.” He whispered. “It’s okay to cry.” He said. “I know it hurts.” He whispered softly. “And I am so sorry.”

Amelia took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, a small sob escaping her lips. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. What he said hurt her in a way that he never had before. When Owen wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his chest, she didn’t resist. She let herself go in his arms and cried until she couldn’t cry anymore. Being in his arms was the last place she wanted to be in that moment, but she felt safe there.

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“Hey, Mia? I–” Owen stopped in his tracks, looking at the woman standing just a few feet away from him, scissors in her hand, her hair on the floor behind her. When Amelia turned to look at him, Owen’s eyes widened a bit in shock. He had never seen this side of her before. Sure, she had cut her hair plenty of times, but usually it was just a trim here and there. Nothing like what he was seeing right now. “Wow, you look... amazing.” He said softly, the smile on his face growing bigger by the second.

Amelia smiled a little as she set the scissors down on the sink in front of her. “What were you going to say before?” She asked him softly.

“Huh? Oh... um.. I just, uh.. I wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.” He said softly, the smile still on his face. “But, now...”

Amelia’s smile faded a bit when she heard the ‘but’. “But, now... what?” She asked.

“But, now... I think you’re even more beautiful.” He whispered softly as he walked over to where she was standing. He put his hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes as he took in a breath.

“What?” Amelia asked, a small smile on her face as she looked into his eyes.

Owen shook his head and brushed his thumb across her cheek. “You... you’re everything to me.” He whispered softly. “I hope you know that.” He said.

Amelia smiled again and nodded slightly. “I do now.” She whispered. “And do you want to know something?” She asked, her voice soft.

Owen smiled a little and nodded. “Sure.” He said.