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You groaned, the echoes of the thunder that had woken you up still heavy in the air. As you reached beside you, frowning when you realized his side of the bed was empty, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. It wasn't like this was abnormal; his job kept him away often, but he had promised he would be home early tonight. Sighing, you rubbed your eyes as you sat up in bed, pulling your knees to your chest with a sad sigh.
Lately, something had been off, though you didn't want to admit it. You had noticed it more and more as weeks went by – the way he would avoid touching you, the kisses that had grown far less passionate every day, and now the way he avoided coming home. You didn't even want to consider the possibility that everyone would jump to in your position. He couldn't be like that, you refused to believe it. You'd been together for years, about to get married.
You glanced down at the ring on your finger with a sigh, your fingers coming to touch the cool metal, thumb brushing against the diamond. When had things changed between you, and why? He'd always seemed so happy, so loving. If he would just talk to you, communicate what was happening, you could fix it. You were willing to do just about anything, as he was everything you ever wanted and more – truly the love of your life.
A flash of lightning outside caught your attention, your eyes moving to the window instead of your hand. Maybe he'd sent a text, maybe he was swamped with paperwork. There had to be a logical reason. You grabbed your phone, frowning when you read the one missed message.
Keigo:
Don't wait up. Something came up, and I won't be home until late.
Your eyes shifted to the time in the corner of your screen, and you let out a disgusted tut. It was nearly three-thirty in the morning. This was beyond late, and your gut twisted with worry. What had happened? Was it a villain that was keeping him away? Another burst of thunder jolted you, and you pushed out of bed, unable to lie there alone any longer. You had to do something to keep your anxiety at bay. The thought of Keigo being caught up in the storm, fighting for his life, or even worse, wounded, wasn't going to allow you to sleep any longer.
You shuffled into the kitchen, turning on the small light over the sink before grabbing your teapot and filling it with water. You placed it on the stove, quickly lighting it, and then gathered the rest of the things you would need to make tea. It had always been your favorite way to settle your nerves, a lesson from your English grandmother. There was nothing in the world that a good cup of tea couldn't help you solve, or at least that's what she had told you.
You watched the clock tick as the thunder continued to roll outside until the kettle was screaming at you, signaling that the water was ready. It was almost as if God had a sense of humor, as rain started to beat against the window of the sliding glass door leading to your balcony, just as you poured the water into your cup. Grabbing a tea bag, you quickly tossed it into the cup to steep, observing as the water soaked into the bag, tinting the water brown.
A soft sound outside drew your attention to the sliding door immediately, a flash of lightning lighting up his silhouette outside. You gasped, abandoning your cup of tea as he softly slid the door open. He didn't notice you coming in the dim lighting, and you didn't care. You had been so worried, and now that he was home, the only thing that mattered was making sure he was okay.
"Oh god, Keigo!" You cried, flinging yourself around him as he tensed at the contact. "I was so worried, I—" you trailed off as you buried your face in his chest with a soft sob. He was soaking wet, water dripping off his wings and jacket onto the floor, but you didn't care. He was safe, he was home with you. It took a second, him relaxing before wrapping his arms around you. As he shifted, you smelled it.
A strong, fruity scent, certainly not his. You frowned, moving your face to sniff his jacket. This was a woman's perfume, something you definitely didn't wear either. Your stomach twisted sickly, stepping out of his embrace to look at him. Lightning flashed again, lighting him up just enough for you to take in his appearance. His hair was more messy than usual, despite the rain that dripped from it. His lips were swollen, an impressive shade of pink. His amber eyes were wide and guilty as he watched you, and on his neck, the purpling mark proved without a doubt where he had been all night.
You could feel the pain in your chest as the room grew dim again, your stomach twisting so tightly you almost gagged. As you looked at each other, it wasn't hard to tell: he knew you knew. It was obvious in the way he stared at you, grimacing as he shifted, his own mouth opening and closing as if he didn't quite know what to say.
What was there to say? You had given him your heart for years, trusted him with everything, moved in with him, and planned an entire wedding, just for him to cheat on you. It was incredible how stupid you were, how you could ever think someone like him could really be faithful. You wanted to move, to scream, to cry, but you couldn't. You stood in front of him frozen. It was like your mind had shut down, your brain forcing through an error code that rendered you completely useless as your eyes stayed glued to his neck. His hand swiftly moved to cover it, but it was too late.
"Oh…" was all you could manage, your eyes still locked onto that small mark on his neck.
"Y/N," he started, reaching towards you, and you stepped backward automatically. He hesitated, and the silence between you stretched unbearably. "Please, just let me explain."
"I think the mark on your neck explains everything," you retorted, surprising yourself as the words left your throat despite how tight it felt. Your fist clenched as he stared at you, his hand moving to touch the mark on his neck, wincing upon contact. You turned, not sure what you were doing or where you were even planning to go, but you knew you had to get out of here before you vomited on the floor.
"Please," his voice sounded strangled as he reached for your arm. You looked up, your eyes meeting his, full of tears as he gazed down at you. "Please don't. Oh God, Y/N, I messed up so bad. I'm so sorry. Please don't leave." He begged, his voice cracking as he held onto your arm. You ripped it from his grasp, marching yourself toward your bedroom. This was over, you knew that much. You needed to grab a bag and get the hell out of this apartment.
He followed you into the room, watching from the doorway as you grabbed your backpack, flinging your drawers open with growing anger. You just needed the basics. His work schedule was busy enough that you could clear everything out that was yours over the next few days. Your parents lived close enough, and you would go there until you could find a place to live. They'd never really liked Keigo anyway, and they'd be thrilled to hear that you'd finally come to your senses.
Another round of thunder filled the apartment as you shoved things into your bag, seeming to spur him into action. He strode into the room towards you, grabbing your arm roughly and pulling you against him. “Please, give me a chance. I messed up, and I am sorry. I love you, I can’t lose you. Just please, let’s go to bed.” He leaned down, cupping your face and kissing you. Your heart skipped a beat, the passion of it sending a wave of heat through your body as his mouth desperately claimed yours. You could taste his tears, salty against his lips as he clung to you. You could feel the shakiness of his breathing, and just for a second, you allowed yourself this one last moment.
He led you to the bed, curling himself around you as he whispered an endless chain of "I'm sorry" into your ear. You laid still, closing your eyes as his wing draped over you, and evened your breathing. He clung to you, kissing the top of your head as he finally seemed to settle in. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, and you quickly slid out of his grasp, grabbing your backpack. You moved swiftly, finishing packing before casting one last sad look at him.
Tears finally slid down your cheeks as you walked away, heading towards the kitchen, your tea long forgotten and sitting on the counter. You looked down at your left hand with a soft sigh, reaching up and pulling the silver band from your finger. You set it on the counter next to the cup before reaching for the notepad on the fridge you normally used for groceries. You slid open the junk drawer, grabbed a pen, and hesitated before letting out a sigh. You wrote a small note and placed it beside the ring and mug. You flung your backpack over your shoulder, opened the front door, and walked out, not even bothering to look back as the thunder rolled in the background.
Keigo,
Don‘t wait up, I‘m not coming home.