So imagine you and Tom are seriously dating, but at this point not yet living together. He had been away for weeks and it seemed as though every time you guys talked you argued. You knew he would be coming home soon so you figured you two just needed to talk things out in person. But the next time he calls you he breaks up with you without a real explanation. You show up to his apartment months later on the day of what would have been your two year anniversary completely drunk asking “why”.
tom just stands there, looking at you and then out past you. “how did you get here? you’re drunk and it’s freezing, come inside.”
“why, tom?” you asked again, pushing his hand away and frowning when he reached for you again. “so, now you want something to do with me? when i’m here basically begging you? you’re such an asshole.”
“i am, can you please come inside? i’ll only talk to you if you come in.” and he’d sigh in relief when you moved to walk in, but frowning when you pushed his arm away form you again.
“why? i deserve an explanation.”
tom sighed, reaching for you again.
“no! no, fuck you! don’t call me that you took that right away from yourself,” your voice cracked, causing tom’s heart to hurt. he looked at you and everything he loved about you just hit him straight in the face. he never stopped, he had only broke up with you because he was scared. he loved you. he loves you. but he’d rather not have you than be away from you and restrict you from being happy with someone else.
“just, i did. okay, how did you get here?”
“i love you tom,” you said weakly. “why?”
he frowned, not being able to stand seeing you look so beaten. “i-i was scared.” he admitted, clearing his throat as he cautiously walked toward you, this time you let him. “i love you. i love you, i do. it’s just.. i was gone and you were here. for so long. alone-”
“i had you,” you interrupted. “i had you. i want to have you,” you admitted, letting him come closer to you.
“can we talk about this in the morning?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist. you nodded, feeling tired from the anger and alcohol mixing in you.