“yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU for Clawen!
Okay, so this is one these Post Break-up AUs. I love angst and I regret nothing!
Owen stared at the white door with three numbers nailed right below the peephole. Double-checked them with the address scribbled on the coffee shop napkin and stared at it some more.
He was a seasoned marine, fresh from the tour. He’d seen the things most of normal people didn’t even know how to have nightmare about. If he were completely honest with himself, he’d pretty much seen it all – whatever the hell that meant. All things considered, it shouldn’t be this hard for him to knock on his ex-girlfriend’s door.
The last time he saw Claire, she made it perfectly clear she wanted him out of her life. He was quite certain he said something of a similar kind back – not because he meant it, but because it hurt so much to know he’d lost her and be unable to do anything about it.
No wonder his feet weighed a ton each and seemed to have started growing roots into the pavement.