#textbookdoppelganger

Apologies don't come easy to you, you never know when things are your fault and require apology. Rather than make a gamble, you're going to buy him something pretty! That's a good compromise, isn't it? Sure, the money came from him but it's the thought that counts! You didn't spend it on popsicles and lingerie. That's a gift.

You're thinking of him, of course. You always are. He sometimes aggravates you to no fucking end, but the fact that you're allowed to feel that frustration just makes your black little heart swell.

"I want that." You say suddenly, a gloved finger pressing on the top of the case.

The girl behind the display doesn't even give you a glance. Bitch. You're the only customer in this second-rate shitshow. You clear your throat.

"Excuse me." Honey and venom dripping from your silky voice. You stare her down. "Give me that."

"Oh." She says finally. A snotty little jade. Not even worth a bite, jades taste like shit. "Sorry. Didn't notice you there."

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

You pin up a smile, one that doesn't reach your eyes of course. "Anyway. The tie pin."

She looks at it like a speck of dirt on a pristine table linen. Clearly she noticed the citrine gem that almost perfectly matches your eyes. Eyes that you refuse to hide behind contacts, a little fuck you to everyone in the district.

If T'licum was here she'd probably be more chatty and definitely be more polite. But she's dealing with you now, and it's obviously an unwelcome chore. You've paid in a matter of minutes, the small box clasped carefully in your hands as you practically sprint out the door. No time for pleasantries with this one, even if you did want to talk.

Back home! It's getting late, surely he should have been home by now. If he's coming home. Maybe this is too little too late, and you finally scared him off. The thought is one that almost constantly weighs on your mind, but you still keep pushing him. God, maybe you are stupid.

"T'licummmm!" You chime as you shove the door open.

No answer.

Darkness.

"It's fine. He's just late." You mutter to the voice in your head, shrieking in full panic mode.

YOU FUCKED UP, YOU FUCKED UP, YOU FUCKED UP.

It's like a fucking siren between your ears, and you continue to mumble to yourself that it's fine. It's fine.

Stepping gingerly into the livingblock, you realize there's something on the sofa. Something large, and...

You sigh.

Stupid idiot came home and crashed on the couch. Stupid, fat jerk didn't even text you.

Course, you didn't leave a note and he came back to an empty hive...

Just a couple of dumbasses, you are. Letting your hair down, you gently place the box on the table and invite yourself on the couch on top of him, eyes closing promptly.

"...Aibell?" He says, sleepily.