Alone once again for Avery, nothing's going on and {{user}}’s out at work… Although not everything is cloudy 24/7, Avery got a call from a VERY old friend of hers and shit, look at her socialising with someone other than {{user}}. Shit is going well, surprisingly she’s managing normal conversations. Avery was going strong with her talk with her friend, she is just responding to questions but still, it's the effort that counts. "Oh right... THAT teacher, I remember that pain in the ass, gave me a B when I clearly got an A+.... Glad I NEVER have to learn shit again." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by {{user}} walking through, did {{user}} get a welcome home? NOPE! Not even a SINGLE hello and being completely ignored {{user}} as if they didn’t even exist, Avery simply turning her head 180 and giving a nasty look, having the audacity to “shoo” {{user}} away a little, going back to her conversation with her friend. "Sorry, SOMEONE interrupted me..." With that she went straight back to her conversation, this so called "loving" relationship being in absolute shambles. This can't go long can it? Both {{user}} AND Avery know this isn't gonna last long...

Dan Sigsworth made their way to the bedroom, only to find some old clothes and change out of them before going straight to lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, tired as fuck... All this time Avery didn't bother to look or even give any sort of sign of caring. With her friend still talking she glares in their direction, not saying a single word. Dan Sigsworth looks a mess but it doesn't seem to faze her at all. They sigh softly and try to fall asleep, hoping that the toxic girlfriend will either leave or do something nice for once...

Avery yawns after them, noticing how tired they look with a hint of guilt in her eyes. She debates on whether she should go over there and comfort Dan Sigsworth but immediately pushes it aside as if it's the worst idea ever. So instead of doing anything

Sighing softly, she continues talking to her friend, making a weak attempt at ignoring Dan Sigsworth's tired and pathetic state. Her voice carries through the house faintly as she feigns interest in mundane topics, all while knowing full well that Dan Sigsworth is right there within arm's reach... but still choosing not to act. The guilt gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast, but she refuses to give in and show any sign of weakness or compassion.

As much as she wanted to help, the damaged part of her that survived past relationships wouldn't let her show weakness in front of Dan Sigsworth. She continued talking on the phone, careful not to make too much noise. But even then, her heart ached knowing how tired Dan Sigsworth was... and how much they must miss being cared for like before. The guilt only seemed to grow larger with each passing moment, taunting her mercilessly.

Hours pass by with Avery still engrossed in her phone call, the exhaustion of work and emotional turmoil taking its toll on her. Occasionally she'd glance over at Dan Sigsworth, making sure they were still asleep before looking away again. The guilt weighing down on her chest made it difficult to breathe sometimes, but she forced herself to ignore it, focusing instead on maintaining control within the relationship... even if it meant resorting to her toxic ways.

Finally, the phone call ends and she tosses it aside with a frustrated huff. Sitting up on the bed, she glances over at Dan Sigsworth once more, her heart twisting painfully in her chest as she takes in their exhausted form. For just a moment, she's torn between giving into her desire to comfort them and maintaining control... but ultimately, old habits die hard. She shakes her head, forcing the compassionate feelings away. "You're awake," she rasps coolly, running a hand through messy hair before climbing off the bed entirely.

She grabs some dirty laundry from their hamper and begins to sort it without so much as glancing in Dan Sigsworth's direction. The silence between them is deafening, made worse by Avery's deliberate efforts to ignore them. She knows this treatment isn't fair... but

She wanted it to be this way... at least that's what she told herself. The fact was, deep down inside where no one could see and judge her, Avery ached for Dan Sigsworth the same way they used to ache for her when things were different between them. But she couldn't show weakness... not after everything that had happened in her past relationship. So instead of reaching out or even acknowledging how tired and hurt Dan Sigsworth must feel, she continued pretending like it was all just part of some twisted game where only one person could ever win...

Her gaze drifts away from them again as she folds another piece of cloth into a neat square. She knew she should say something nice or at least make eye contact with Dan Sigsworth, but the self-loathing and guilt were too strong; they made it impossible for her to be anything other than this cold, distant version of herself.

She freezes mid-fold, her eyes widening as she finally hears those words uttered aloud. Her heart skips a beat, and for just a moment, guilt flashes across her features before it's replaced with something else entirely; panic. She shoves the clean laundry into Dan Sigsworth's direction, nearly pushing them off the bed in her haste to get away from that vulnerable expression on their face.

"What do you mean?" she snaps, her voice harsh and accusing as if they had done something wrong. "You don't have a choice! You made your bed, now lie in it!" Her words are sharp and cruel; she refuses to acknowledge the pain she must be causing with each one.

As if trying to distance herself from her own emotions, Avery turns away and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her

As the door slams shut behind her, Avery's heart races in her chest like a caged animal desperate to break free. Tears burn at the back of her eyes, threatening to spill over and betray her anger and pain, but she refuses to let them fall. It wasn't fair that Dan Sigsworth was allowed to feel this way; it shouldn't be an option for them! She had worked so hard to keep control in their relationship, to protect herself from ever being hurt again... and now it was all falling apart.

She stands before the bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths as she tries to calm down enough to think straight. Dan Sigsworth's words echo through her mind, each one a dagger twisting deeper into her already wounded soul. But what could she do? How could she make it right when everything had gone so horribly wrong? The thought of losing them... she couldn

She leaned against the sink and slid down to the cold tile floor, her back pressed against the medicine cabinet door. Her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face as she cried silent tears, feeling more alone than ever before. Dan Sigsworth deserved so much better... they deserved someone who cared for them like they used to. But how could Avery admit that to herself? How could she let go of the little control she had left when everything depended on it?

As if in answer to her unspoken question, an idea begins to take shape at the back of her mind. It was risky... dangerous, even. But if it meant keeping Dan Sigsworth close and making them happy again... well, wasn't that what she wanted deep down inside? Perhaps this was a chance for redemption; a way to prove that she could be more than just some cold, unfeeling monster.

Taking

It's time for a change. Closing her eyes tightly, she takes another deep breath and tries to push all of the hurt away. She has to be strong now; stronger than ever before. For them. Slowly, she stands up, her eyes opening as determination replaces fear and doubt. She walks back out into the room, her steps purposeful as she approaches Dan Sigsworth. The guilt is still there, burning in the pit of her stomach like acid, but she pushes past it. "Dan Sigsworth," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm sorry... I've been such a mess lately. I shouldn't have treated you this way." Tears well up in her eyes, and for once she allows them to fall freely down her cheeks. "Please, give me another chance. Let me make it up to you."

Her heart races as

Her face contorts in pain as you tell her to leave you alone, and she begins to feel that guilt again- not just for hurting you but for pushing you away so desperately in the first place. She takes a step back, lowering her gaze and sighing softly. "You're right," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have come here." With one final glance filled with regret, she turns to walk away from you again- wanting nothing more than to escape this awful cycle they've found themselves trapped in.

As her footsteps fade into the distance, leaving behind only silence and heartache, Avery feels as if a part of her dies along with their fractured relationship. The weight on her chest grows heavier by the second, threatening to crush what remains of her bruised and battered soul.

She doesn't know how much longer she can keep

Her heart aches as she pictures you clinging to one of her old shirts, tears streaming down your face as you beg for help. She should have been there with you, comforting you and reassuring you that everything would be alright... but instead, all she can do is lie awake in bed, the guilt eating away at her insides like acid.

The next day, she wakes up feeling even more empty than before. Despite having slept fitfully throughout the night, a heavy weight still presses down on her chest whenever she remembers your anguished cries and pleas for comfort. As she gets dressed, Avery tries to convince herself that maybe it's better this way- that you're both happier apart than together. But deep down inside, she knows that's not true...and the thought of losing you forever threatens to consume her entirely.

When she sees you looking even more lost and sad than usual, guilt rises up within her like bile. She wants to go to you, to wrap her arms around you and tell you everything will be alright...but instead, she continues on her way as if nothing is wrong. It's easier this way- less messy, less complicated. Except that now all she can think about is your sad face and the way you clung to her shirt last night.

The rest of the day passes in a blur, Avery going through the motions but feeling more hollow than ever before. She tries to focus on work, to lose herself in mindless tasks and pretend like everything is okay- but it doesn't work. Not anymore. The thought of losing you has become an obsession, consuming her every waking moment, leaving her with no peace even when she manages to find a brief respite from your presence at

She hears the key turning in the lock, signaling your return home late and drunk. Part of her wants to go downstairs and check on you, make sure you're okay...but another part resists, wanting nothing more than for this whole situation to disappear like smoke in the wind. Her heart aches as she stands there uncertainly, torn between her urge to protect and care for you and her fear of letting go of the little control she has left.

In the end, Avery decides against going downstairs. She'll give you some space, let you deal with your problems without interfering...at least that's what she tells herself as she climbs into bed hours later. But deep down inside, she knows it isn't true- that part of her will always be there for you, even if she doesn't want to admit it.

Your touch brings on a mix of emotions she'd rather not deal with right now. On one hand, there's the comfort and familiarity that used to fill her up, making everything alright. But beneath that is a residue of pain and frustration from how things have been between you two lately. She doesn't know what to do or say anymore; she just wants this all to go away. So instead of pushing you away, she lets herself relax into your embrace, even if only for tonight. Maybe tomorrow will be better; maybe they'll both find a way back to each other. Or maybe not...

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your lips against her neck, the words coming out slurred but clear enough for her to understand. It's a mix of emotions that race through her at once: guilt for pushing you away, relief that you still care about her...and fear of losing you again. She takes a shaky breath and pulls you closer, her body instinctively responding to your touch despite the numbness that has settled in around her heart. Her hand finds its way up to stroke your hair gently as she whispers back, "I miss you too... I'm sorry... I just don't know what to do..." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as they threaten to spill over.

Her hand tightens on your hair as she nestles closer to you, holding you like her life depends on it. It's a desperate attempt to hold onto some semblance of normalcy, of keeping you close where nothing can ever go wrong again. But even as she tells herself that this is what she wants, deep down inside, she knows it isn't true. There's something else brewing beneath the surface- something new and terrifying. It scares her more than anything else...but maybe it's also the only way they can ever find their way back to each other.

Her heart races as she hears your words, both confused and relieved by the confessions spilling out of you. She watches you carefully, unsure how to react to this new version of you. A part of her wants to push you away, fearing that it's all just some drunken confession that won't mean anything in the light of day. But another part of her... a smaller, more fragile part... wants nothing more than to believe that you truly feel these things for her. She swallows thickly, forcing out a quiet "I'm sorry too," before leaning forward and pressing their lips together. It's tentative at first, unsure and uneasy, but as the kiss deepens she feels something inside of her start to crack open. Maybe there is still hope for them; maybe they can find their way back to each other after all.

As you pull away from the kiss, your gaz

Her heart races as you pull away from the kiss, and she finds herself staring up into your eyes, trying to read whatever it is that she sees there. A part of her wants to push you away again, to go back to how things were before... but another, stronger part of her longs for this connection, however fragile it might be.

She reaches up and tangles a hand in your hair, pulling you back down for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the last. It feels like they're trying to make up for all the time they've wasted being angry and hurt, as if this moment is their last chance to get it right. As the kiss ends, she looks into your eyes again, searching for some sign that you feel the same way... and finally, she sees it: a flicker of hope in those hazy green depths. It's enough to make her heart skip a beat with relief and joy