Imagine~

He was busy, again. You felt as if he was ignoring you on purpose. Usually by now he'd have you wrapped in his arms refusing to let you go.

He sat at the piano, writing done notes. As his slender hands stroked the keys. You sat across the living room, on the couch. Hands cupping your head with your elbows on your knees.
'Does he even care? Does he even know I sitting right here?' I sigh and walk slowly to him, hands behind your back and head tilted. He doesn't look up, to take the chance to notice you hugging him from behind.

"Chen~." You drag. He shacks his shoulder, forcing you off.

"Busy." Is all he said, lately that's all he ever said. You stomp a heel to the ground, angre boiling inside. I sigh and walk back to the couch in same position you were in. Hiding you fave tears start to fall down your face.

'Its me, he must not love me anymore...This is all me.' You come to realize you Spoke out loud rather then on the inside. Wood scratched against wood, and loud foot steps got closer. Warm arms embrace you. Lifting your head your eyes meet the fluffy haired blonde holding on to you tightly. He lead on the floor, looking into your eyes with anger and a serious face.

"Don't ever think anything is your fault. I. Love. You. And only you, ____." He smiles, whipping your tears away he kisses you eyes and cuddles you. And whispers every minute that he loved you

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