Auther: momentaryescape

You and Bradley had been together for two years before he told you he wanted to break up. That was a month ago. It hurt like hell, there was no doubt about it. You tried to keep it together around your friends. Bradley would ask Pheonix how you were, and each time she wouldn’t hold back. She would tell him how you were barely hanging on, that you were barely sleeping.

Are you staring a hole through your phone Praying that it rings? Are you watching a movie that you've seen A thousand times? Or maybe playing some Mayer Getting lost in your favorite lines?

He knew you wouldn’t call him. No matter how badly you might want to. He ended it, and you would respect that. But here he was again, sitting at the bar with a beer in one hand, his phone in the other. He wondered if you were watching your favorite movie again. The one you watched so many times you knew all the words to it.

He remembers the day he got home from training and you were dancing to Mayer as you cleaned the home you shared together. It was like his own concert with his favorite person. Love in his eyes and a smile wide on his face. You were so lost in the lyrics you hadn’t noticed him come in. When you did see him a smile instantly appeared on your face as you ran to him. He opened his arms for you as you jumped into them.

Well, if you're anything like me You just might be doing whatever it takes to drown out the noise But I just wanna hear your voice

You flipped through your camera roll when you found pictures of you and Bradley. It was from New Year’s. Hangman had taken your phone capturing the moment. It was you and Rooster dancing in your backyard. Everyone had been at your house celebrating when you two had separated from the group. You had never seen the video, it had gotten lost in other photos and videos from that night.

The more you scrolled the more pictures you found. Some you had taken, others Bradley had taken, and the ones your friends had captured. You found a video you had gotten from last summer when he was singing in the living room.

You missed the sound of his voice. The way it made your heart flutter like a high schooler whose crush had talked to them. You missed everything about him. But the worst part was that you knew you would never get that from him again.

Rooster had been going through his phone too. Finding a video of you on the beach building a sand castle. That was one of his favorite days. You had woken him up that morning telling him you wanted to have a beach day with him.

I'm one number away from calling you I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back"

Bradley stared at your name in his phone. He wanted to call you, to tell you he missed you. That he knew he had been the one to end it, but he wanted to fix it. He felt like he was dying inside. You had been his light for so long he didn't know who he was without you.

Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go I see your face In my brain, dial it up, everything I want to say But I'm still one number away

You hadn’t been able to sleep, and instead of just laying in bed staring at your ceiling you decided to go get a glass of water. You grabbed your phone before walking downstairs; you looked out the window, thinking you saw Bradley’s Bronko. But at that same point, you thought your brain was just wishing he was there. That he was coming home to you. It had been a month and a half. It felt like it had been longer.

From the outside, it looked like you were over him. But on the inside, you were still trying to pick up the pieces. Your phone starts ringing and interrupts your thoughts. You placed your cup down before turning to see who it is.

Your heart stops at the name plastered on your screen. “Rooster” appears in bright white letters. You stare at it for a second before answering it. “I miss you” is the first thing you hear.

“I miss you, a lot.” You hear the sadness in his voice.

“I miss you too Roo’s” you both talk quietly. It feels like a dream. Like you’re about to wake up and this is going to all be fake.

You heard a knock at the door. Walking out of the kitchen towards it you open it and see him standing there. You hang up your phone before you step closer to him.

You stare at him, taking in his appearance. He looks like he hadn’t slept in days. You take another step towards him pulling him into a hug. He instinctively leans into it. Pulling you tight against him, his face in the crook of your neck. You fear tears building behind your eyes, and before you can stop it you begin to sob. You feel him squeeze you tighter before he moves to pick you up. He wraps your legs around his waist and steps inside, closing the door and locking it before walking towards your once-shared living room.

He sits down on the couch as you shift on top of him. You continue to cry in his arms. After a while, he pulls you to look at him. When he looks at you he hates that he is the reason you were crying.

“I never stopped loving you.” He finally says something to you.

“What.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“I was scared. Scared that somehow I would fuck up. That I would do something that would hurt you. And instead of talking to you, and telling you that I was scared, I panicked. And I hurt you. I did what I was so afraid of.” He spoke softly. His voice broke as he explained why he did what he did. “I was at hard Deck, and I talked to Pheonix, she was pissed, Hangman told me I royally fucked up, as if I didn't know that.

Mav and Penny told me to fix this. That I needed to at least let you know it was nothing you did. And they were right. I love you. And I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I-”

“I love you too Bradley. Please just come home. To our home.”

His hand reaches the back of your head pulling you in for a kiss. Your hands find their way to his face pulling him deeper into the kiss. You felt full again. For the first time in over a month, everything was whole. Bradley was yours again, and nothing mattered more.