𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

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as soon as its in her hands she's still sniffling, and lighter tears are still falling. she has too much speed running in her finger tips as she tries for something that may be over. for good this time.

wjere are you
please fome bafk
please

cree
she needs a name
name her
something sweet

we
wr can name her yogeyhet
please
just comr back
wjere afe yoi
and and come in
i made cookies
and
and othet foods we have
that you migjt like
please
im cruing
please
come back

cree
why
dont cry magic its okay
ok im coming

he's stuck between you're upset with the dog or you like it and feel bad which isn't what he wants. he isn't far, he's at the park. sober. he's watching the snowfall and basking in the scene. he doesn't know what he's going to receive when he arrives but he's mentally preparing to be scolded.

maybe it would be the push for you to say how he's done you and made you feel and it will liberate you, if its that connie could find some peace in it because its not about him. its about you. this is about you.

he's parked on the side where your bedroom is and he's not sure if you know that theres snow on the roof under your window that shades the side porch. too much for him to come and go out of it so, you must be coming out here which means you are upset. its never good if you have to hide the argument or conversation from those of the house. his heart is thumping out his ass, he doesn't know if you're going to force the dog back with him, he doesn't know he just doesn't know.

cree
im outside

well can you come inside?

cree
i cant snow on the window

my front door

cree
huh?

come to my front door so i can let you in

cree
oh
oh
okay
im coming

his heart is beating out of his chest and his hands are freezing to the point its like a burn, he's walking especially slow in case you change your mind.

you pace around the living room with red swelly tear dropping eyes and puffed cheeks and irregular breathing. shes not sure what words she plans to put together but she's going to make it work, her heart stutters because its going so fast that it doesn't complete one full beat because its on to the next.

she hears a knock at the door and connies looking around nervously, the black beanie over his head covering the dahlia pink burning through his normal creme-tan skin at the tip of his ears. she breathes in and holds, and she keeps holding it while she glances at the black top of connies figure through the half circle designed glass at the top of the door and she notices how its low so hes making himself small because thats how he feels.

she exhales and wakes to open the door and when connie sees her state he worries, he panics on what hes done and whats happened but the minute his lips part she shuts him down, "you mean something to me, you mean everything to me. i should have never said that and and please stay, i love the puppy and i, i love you" she steps out and wraps her arms around his body so tightly that he stumbles back a bit.